Ren gathered a bundle of dry sticks, leaning them precariously against her chest. Her stomach gave a loud, angry growl, demanding restitution for the calories she had burned trekking through the woods and wrestling with her emotions. She hadn't eaten all day.
But as hungry as she was, the sheer, unadulterated terror of her situation stole her appetite completely.
The forest was dimming. The vibrant greens were turning into ominous shadows as twilight crept in. The cheerful bird songs were being replaced by the unsettling chitter-chatter of nocturnal insects that sounded far too large for comfort.
Ren stood there, biting her lip, her mind racing.
'What do I do? What do I do?'
She had two massive problems. One: Her Tiger was currently being kidnapped (consensually, sort of) by a sleazy fox shaman. Two: She smelled like a walking aphrodisiac.
Vex's words echoed in her mind like a cursed mantra: 'You smell like a female in heat.'
