On the Prowl
“Her scent hung heavy in the humid air and he followed behind her and the man, through the jungle behind them. He knew where they were going, probably before they did. Humans needed cover, craved fire. The ledge was the logical place.
But he’d circled around, coming down over the top of the ridge, prowling through the undergrowth until he was just above the top of the ledge. He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. Then he wrinkled his nose, catching the scent of the man with her. A snarl raised his lips.
He slipped down to the ledge, eyes adjusting to the light from the guttering fire, scanning the space. The rain had stopped and moonlight filtered through the canopy, turning the jungle a mystical silver.
She was near the back, sleeping on her side, her head resting on one arm. Her hair was a dark spill across the stony ground. She looked peaceful, but he saw dark circles beneath her eyes. He hadn’t noticed them earlier, as she’d held his gaze on the path.
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