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Makya led the way deeper into the jungle at a swift pace - albeit not as swiftly as he would like. With a human at his heels, he was largely grounded and forced to take less arduous routes that might have otherwise discouraged pursuit. The sounds of the gunfight were fading into the distance as the noise was largely muffled by the dense trees and the sounds of the river rapids to their left.

As the dense under growth began to give way to open space along the river's edge Makya fell motionless, a hand raised to halt Lerot's own steps.

His ears were perked and alert and his eyes scanned overhead. In the dead air of the rainforest, not even a ruffle of fur betrayed any movement from the young Mira warrior as he stood frozen, watching, waiting.