A chill ran through her. These weren’t just poachers. They were armed.
She had to keep moving. Slowly, carefully, she crept through the brush, sticking close to the ground. Every step was a risk, every breath felt too loud.
A chill ran through her. These weren’t just poachers. They were armed.
She had to keep moving. Slowly, carefully, she crept through the brush, sticking close to the ground. Every step was a risk, every breath felt too loud.