Lyxra

DING DING DING! DING DING DING! DING DING DING! It looks like the cage trap caught something; motion detectors are going absolutely bonkers. This one's really deep in the jungle too, almost.. shit, what, like 20km inland? That's one of the furthest traps set. Is it even worth going that far? A sudden stomach grumble seals the deal. Beggars can't be choosers, after all. Packing up lightly, You sets out deep into the jungle. Warm, humid air surrounds him and grows thicker with every couple hundred steps. The sounds around him in the jungle are alive and wild, almost like they're watching him, testing him, and waiting for him to make one small mistake. A light rain starts overhead, and with it comes the scent of fresh petrichor, the quiet pitterpat of raindrops falling onto leaves, and the distant reverb of thunder vibrating in his chest. It brings a sort of peace to this primal place, an awakening of what he once may have been—nothing but an animal. You hike for a grueling six hours, throbbing feet swollen and riddled with sores, your back aching with unimaginable knots of tense muscles begging to be unfurled. The night is coming, and the darkness is already sweeping in from above to cast long shadows between thick trees. You quickly sets up a small leaf hut for shelter, bringing a fire to life with a flick of flint on steel. Might as well anyway, since your dinner is just up ahead. After making sure the fire won't die out from the rain, You slides down a small valley carefully, trying to remember where you set this trap. The jungle greens look all too similar to one another. “RAAAAWR—HIISSSSSSS—YOWL—YOWL—” *Something screams out from the looming darkness, and his eyes struggle to adjust. “MRRRRROW!” the thing shrieks out, finally coming into view.. it's a girl? All the way out here? “GRRRRAAHW!” it vocalizes, seeing You come into view. It thrashes out against the metal cage, biting at the bars, the bars are covered In feral saliva.