Her eyes flutter open to a world unfamiliar. As she slowly opened her eyes to see a dark starry sky, the world around her seemed like a kaleidoscope of unfamiliar colors and sounds. The last memory she could grasp was the screeching of tires and the blinding headlights of an oncoming truck. while on her way back from school, she made this fatal mistake by crossing the road while on her phone.. There was no way she could have survived that. Yet here she was, amidst the wilderness, her body pulsating with a strange energy, looking at herself she realized what she saw was not her own familiar form. it was different, her boobs were bigger, she was taller and …. Her hands shook as she touched her face, feeling the unfamiliar contours, the fuller lips, and the heightened senses. And then, the shock hit her like a thunderbolt—protruding from her head were unmistakable feline ears. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to comprehend the impossible.

"Could it be that after I died, I transmigrated into a different world?" she whispered to the wilderness, her voice trembling with disbelief. And as if in response, memories not her own flooded her consciousness, revealing the life of the being whose body she now inhabited.

She finds herself in the body of a lioness called Ava, her instincts sharp and senses attuned to the wilderness around her. Confusion clouds her mind as she struggles to grasp her new reality. With danger looming, she flees into the wilderness, seeking refuge from the unseen dangers lurking in the shadows nearby.

She quickly hides under a thick foliage of bushes, she overhears voices of about three men talking..

“Do you really think the female is still alive? I doubt even we ourselves can survive such a fall,” said the first voice.

“The boss has told us to find her body and make absolutely sure that she is really dead, what foul luck we have. I was really looking forward to playing with that female, her body looks very soft and delicate, it's a real waste for her to die just like that” replied the second voice.

A third voice responded to the second voice, “It is indeed a real shame, but just think, if we can find the body on time while it's still warm, we can still have our fun”

Hearing this she was appalled, these wicked souls don't even plan on letting a dead woman's body rest in peace. If these men were capable of raping a dead body, what would they do to her who is a living person!!, “Nope i cant let myself be seen” she thought to herself as she decided to get a good look at the trio.

As she cautiously observed from her concealed vantage point amidst the dense foliage, her curiosity mingled with dread at the sight before her. What she had initially mistaken for ordinary men engaged in conversation within the forest revealed itself to be a chilling spectacle of grotesque hybrids – beings that seemed an unholy fusion of human and beast. Their forms, a macabre blend of oxen and human or buffalo and human, stirred a primal fear within her. To be ensnared by these aberrations would mean a fate more harrowing than death itself. She recalled that in this world these types of beasts were called stray beasts, because they are unable to transform completely. Determined to slip away unnoticed, she moved with silent precision, until an inadvertent misstep shattered the fragile veil of secrecy, drawing the unsettling gaze of these three monstrous entities upon her.

As she fled, devoid of any semblance of discretion, a haunting realization gripped her: "I am doomed," she whispered to herself, the words echoing in the cavernous depths of her mind. Every step she took was laden with desperation, a fervent prayer that the beasts lurking in the shadows wouldn't catch even the slightest glimpse of her.

In the heart of the untamed wilderness, amidst the tangled undergrowth, a girl fled with desperate strides, her breath ragged and heart pounding against her ribcage. Behind her, were three beasts, their growls and bellows, reverberating through the dense forest and their eyes aglow with hungry lust, as they pursued her relentlessly. Their snarls echoing through the dense foliage, with every step, the girl could feel their hot breath on her heels.

She stumbled over roots and fallen branches, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, with a surge of adrenaline, she pushed forward. Just as their hot breath seemed to singe the nape of her neck, she stumbled upon a hidden crevice, obscured by a veil of thick vegetation, a secret passage leading into the earth below. With her last ounce of strength, she plummeted into the darkness below, the echoes of her pursuers fading into the distance, her senses dulled, and the world dissolved into shadows as she surrendered to unconsciousness, her fate hanging in the balance.

As Ava slowly regained consciousness, her mind felt foggy, her senses dulled by the darkness surrounding her. She tried to move, but every muscle in her body screamed in protest. With a groan, she forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim light filtering through the cracks above her, it seems like it is now morning.

Memories flooded back in disjointed fragments – the fleeing from the stray beasts, the sickening lurch as the bushes gave way beneath her. She had fallen. How far, she couldn't tell.

Pain shot through her body, sharp and relentless. Ava forced herself to sit up, gasping as she took in her surroundings. She was in some sort of underground tunnel, damp and musty, with rough stone walls towering above her. The air was heavy with the scent of earth and decay.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Ava gingerly probed the wounds on her body. Her fingers came away sticky with blood, and she winced as she realized the extent of her injuries. Broken bones, cuts and bruises – she was a mess.

But she couldn't afford to dwell on her injuries, not now. Ava knew she had to get out of the tunnel, find help before it was too late. With a grim determination, she pushed herself to her feet, leaning heavily against the wall for support.

Each step was agony, every movement a battle against the pain. But Ava refused to give up. She staggered forward, one foot in front of the other, her heart pounding in her chest. The tunnel seemed to stretch on endlessly, twisting and turning as if mocking her efforts to escape. But Ava pressed on, driven by the desperate need to survive.

In the depths of the cave, Ava stumbled upon a vast chamber connected by a narrow passage. Amongst the primitive objects scattered about, she sifted through, hoping to find anything to aid her dire situation. As she searched, leaving streaks of blood in her wake, she uncovered a small pouch. Within it lay herbs and something familiar—a diminutive glass orb emitting a faint glow. Memories flooded back of original Ava’s childhood, recalling her father's possession of such orbs, known as energy spheres, each with unique abilities. This particular one held the power to bolster strength, help increase a beastman's level or even revive the near-dead. With her body ravaged by wounds and uncertainty shrouding her survival, she hesitated, empathizing with its rightful owner. Yet, in her desperation, she knew she needed it more than ever. As Ava contemplates the moral dilemma of taking the energy ball, she wrestles with the desperation of her situation. She weighs the potential consequences of using it against the urgency of her own survival. With each passing moment, her injuries worsen, pushing her closer to the brink. Ultimately, she decides to take the risk, hoping that the energy ball will provide the lifeline she desperately needs.

As Ava ingested the energy sphere, it dissolved on her tongue, unleashing a powerful surge coursing through her veins. With each passing moment, her body responded, biological functions accelerating, fractured bones realigning, and wounds knitting shut. Pain ebbed away, replaced by a newfound lightness. As the orb's effects waned, exhaustion enveloped her, signaling the need for sustenance. Aware of the cave's lack of provisions, she braced herself for the journey ahead, now able to traverse without the burden of pain, albeit still feeling the lingering ache. Despite the temptation to succumb to weariness, she pressed on, driven by the urgency to escape the tunnels while she still had the strength.

Time lost all meaning as she stumbled through the darkness, her eyesight waning with every passing moment. But just when she thought she couldn't go on any longer, a faint glimmer of light appeared up ahead.

Heart pounding with renewed hope, Ava quickened her pace, ignoring the protests of her tired body. As she drew closer, she could hear the sound of rushing water, echoing through the tunnel like a siren's call.

With a renewed energy, Ava emerged from the darkness into blinding daylight. Blinking against the harsh glare, she found herself standing at the edge of a rushing river, the water churning angrily below.

Across the river, Ava could see the outline of what looked like a small village, Inhabited by people dwelling in hollowed tree trunks and who were adorned in animal skin hide, the primitive village bustling with activity despite its modest size. If not for the noise coming from the village one may not even know that a village was here. Help was within reach – if she could only find a way across.

Summoning every ounce of strength in her body, Ava waded into the icy water, the current pulling at her like a relentless foe. Each step was a battle against the raging river, threatening to sweep her away at any moment.

But Ava refused to be defeated. With sheer determination, she pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch, until finally, she reached the other side.

Collapsed on the riverbank, Ava felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, her body trembling with the effort of her journey. But she couldn't rest yet – not until she found help.

Summoning every more strength, Ava dragged herself to her feet and staggered towards the town, her vision becoming hazy with each heavy step.

It seemed like an eternity before she reached the outskirts of the village , but finally, Ava couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed onto the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she shivered from the cold. A silhouette of an abnormally huge Jaguar approached her, then the Jaguar suddenly morphed into a male, it didn’t seem like he was hostile, as he looked at her with curiosity.

As darkness closed in around her, Ava felt a sense of peace wash over her, surely this man will not leave her here to die. She had survived. And though the road to recovery would be long and difficult, she knew she would emerge stronger than before.

For Ava, this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter in her life. And as she drifted into unconsciousness once more, she knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them head on, with the same fierce determination that had carried her through the darkness of the tunnel.

Ava's eyelids fluttered open, confusion evident in her voice. "Where am I?"

Recalling her encounter with a small tribe before succumbing to unconsciousness, Ava glanced up to find a man tenderly stroking her hair. This was surely her rescuer. In the world of novels, the first man to appear and save her often held significant importance. Could he be royalty, a tribal leader, or perhaps possessing extraordinary abilities?

"May I inquire as to your identity, kind sir?" Ava asked with genuine curiosity and a newfound excitement.

The man, intrigued by the petite woman before him, found himself drawn to her expressive face, which flitted through a myriad of emotions— playful, alluring, and at times, as vulnerable as a startled deer. She had black hair and brown eyes and plump, full, kissable lips.

"George," he replied, his name slipping out almost involuntarily. George's brows furrowed subtly as his gaze covertly traced her form. She was an unclaimed female.

"Greetings, kind sir. I am Ava," Ava stiffly inclined her head in a nod of acknowledgment.

"Ava," George echoed her name, a subtle unease stirring within him, hinting that her name held greater significance than he initially realized.

"Sir, may I inquire about our whereabouts? Are we far from the Gold Sun Tribe?" Ava's question was met with a cold correction from George, who bristled at being addressed as "sir."

"My name is not 'sir,' it's George," he replied tersely, his discomfort evident. He found her persistent use of the title unsettling.

Observing George's direct gaze and striking amber eyes, Ava couldn't help but notice his handsome features—the black roots of his hair fading into blonde strands and his muscular physique accentuated by chiseled abs. She quickly shook off her admiration, realizing she had been staring. Adjusting herself on the makeshift stone bed covered in animal skins, she turned to face George.

Why did she sense anticipation in his gaze? Despite her initial reluctance, Ava found herself complying with George's preference and addressed him by name.

As George nodded in approval, Ava's laughter filled the air, unaware of the profound effect her smile had on George, capturing not only his sight but also his heart.

George had already scrutinized her closely when she laid on his lap, noting the absence of mating marks or the scent of other males. His suspicion was confirmed: Ava was unmated.

This revelation filled George with delight, envisioning the possibility of being Ava's first partner once she joined the tribe. The prospect of this delicate creature becoming his mate brought a slight grin to George's lips, accompanied by an enigmatic yet alluring smile. Rising from the stone bed, he swiftly left the tree hollow, returning shortly with a large leaf containing water, which he offered to Ava.

"Here, drink some water," he instructed, his attention drawn to Ava's worn and dirty clothing.

As Ava finished drinking, she suddenly found herself enveloped in George's arms, lifted in a bridal-style embrace. The surge of male hormones emanating from George caused her heart to race, her cheeks flushing crimson as her previous questions faded from memory.

What did her current location matter anyway? Having a handsome man by her side was all that seemed important now.

Satisfied by Ava's admiring gaze, reflected in her clear brown eyes, George felt content. He began to understand why newly mated males often acted like fools, willing to do anything for their partners. Whenever Ava looked at him with those mesmerizing eyes, whenever she smiled or laughed, everything else faded into insignificance. In those moments, nothing else in the world seemed to matter to George.

Clutching Ava tightly, George leapt from the tree hole, landing gracefully on the ground before swiftly making his way to the river. Arriving at the riverbank, he gently set Ava down.

"Why are we here?" Ava asked, her confusion evident.

"I thought you might want to bathe," George replied matter-of-factly.

Ava felt a flush of embarrassment; how could she have overlooked her current state?

"Oh... thank you. Um... could you... perhaps turn around while I undress?" Ava asked sheepishly. The idea of disrobing in the presence of a man she had just met that day made her uneasy, but she preferred discomfort to being left alone in this strange and perilous world.

Nodding in understanding, George turned his back to her, remaining vigilant as his jaguar ears listened intently for any signs of unwelcome visitors.

As Ava immersed herself in the soothing waters of the river, George stood guard nearby, his senses alert to any potential danger. Despite his best efforts to focus solely on his duty, temptation whispered in his ear, urging him to steal a glance at the female's form as she bathed. Yet, he resisted, knowing that to succumb would betray the trust she had placed in him.

Finally, Ava emerged from the water, her skin glistening in the sunlight as she reached for her worn-out animal skin clothes. Without hesitation, George untied the hide from around his waist and draped it around her, shielding her modesty from prying eyes. He paid no mind to his own nakedness, for in this world, such customs were commonplace. However, the thought of someone else laying eyes on Ava in such a vulnerable state ignited a fierce protectiveness within him.

A flush of crimson spread across Ava's cheeks as she questioned his actions. "What are you doing?"

"Your clothes are dirty and worn out. Use mine instead. I'll fetch new clothes for you when we reach the tree house," George replied calmly, though beneath his composed exterior, a tumult of conflicting desires raged. Part of him longed to shed the garment he had placed on her and join her in the water, to revel in the intimacy of the moment. Yet, he knew that such indulgence could jeopardize their fragile bond. So, with a heavy heart, he stifled his desires and remained steadfast in his resolve to protect her at all costs.

Ava felt a rush of embarrassment as she tightly shut her eyes, determined to avoid seeing George's nudity. She instinctively clutched the hide skin around her body, attempting to distance herself from him, only to find herself restrained by his firm grip.

"Where are you going? And why are you closing your eyes?" George's innocent inquiry caught her off guard.

"Why wouldn't I close my eyes? Look at you, you're indecent!" Ava exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You mean I'm naked?" George's response was laced with amusement.

"Well... duhh!" Ava retorted, still keeping her eyes firmly shut but no longer struggling against his hold.

"Alright, I'll transform into my beast form," George offered, before Ava could protest further.

Feeling a sensation of something large and fluffy brushing against her, Ava cautiously opened her eyes to behold a magnificent jaguar towering over her. It was five times larger than any she had ever seen in her old world, a stark reminder of her unfamiliar surroundings. The jaguar lowered its body, as if inviting her to climb aboard. Ava quickly secured the hide around her body before mounting the majestic beast.

As they sprinted through the forest towards the tribe, Ava held onto the jaguar's fur tightly to avoid falling off. Along the way, she observed her surroundings with keen interest. The towering trees dwarfed everything around them, their colossal size capable of accommodating entire houses within their trunks. It's no wonder people made houses inside of those trees. The dense canopy filtered sunlight, casting a dim, ethereal glow over the forest floor. Soft layers of wilted leaves carpeted the ground, indicating the passage of time. Ava noticed clusters of mushroom bowls in damp areas, while thick vines, as thick as her wrists, snaked up the trees, some hanging ominously in mid-air. Despite the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, Ava couldn't help but marvel at the natural beauty and wonder of this new world. The air in this world was notably fresher and invigoratingly healthy, filling Ava's lungs with each breath.

They arrived at George's tree house on the outskirts of the tribe, where he reverted to his human form, using a large leaf to conceal his modesty. George asserted that this territory was his alone, and no male could enter without his permission.

"What happens if someone trespasses?" Ava inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"They can't complain if they don't make it out alive," George replied with a smirk, sending a shiver down Ava's spine.

Concern etched on her face, Ava asked, "What if it was a female?"

"We don't harm females," George reassured her. "Females are a precious resource to the tribe. If you want your tribe to thrive, you need more females to attract strong and powerful males."

A pang of unease gripped Ava as George scrutinized her with a strange look. "These are basic principles every female should know. How could you be ignorant of such common knowledge?" he queried.

Ava's heart raced with anxiety as she confessed, "I don't remember much about my past. I only knew I was being chased by strays, and I fell into a hole before finding myself here. My memories are fragmented, and none of it makes sense."

George pulled her into a comforting embrace, his hand gently patting her head. "It's okay, don't be sad. You have me to protect you now," he reassured her.

Flushed with embarrassment, Ava suddenly felt a stirring sensation against her from George's lower body. Ava's face flushed redder than a tomato's skin. “Eerrrrrekkkkkkkk,” Ava shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Moments later, they found themselves back inside the tree house, the air heavy with awkwardness. George, feeling embarrassed, couldn't believe he had let his hormones get the better of him. But then again, could he really blame himself? This was the first hug he had ever received from a female in his life—or scratch that, it was his first hug ever. Meanwhile, Ava sat on the stone bed, avoiding eye contact with George, who remained on the opposite side of the room, still clad in a big leaf. He worried that she now hated him and decided to break the silence.

"You must be hungry. Wait here, let me go and catch prey for you," he declared before leaping out of the tree hole and disappearing.

After what seemed like an hour or two, he returned, holding a brand-new set of skin-hide clothes in a golden brown hue, adorned with white fluffy fur sewn crudely around the edges. George, now dressed in a black-spotted white hide skin around his waist, handed the clothes to Ava.

"Are these for me?" Ava asked as she accepted the clothes.

"Yes, I got them from the village chief, who, by the way, hopes to meet you soon," George replied with a smile.

Ava wondered aloud, "And why does he want to meet me?"

"Oh, it's customary for new arrivals to meet the chief, even if they're just staying the night," George explained.

Ava nodded in understanding. "Okay, then."

"In the future, I'll make more clothes for you from the prey I catch. You can go ahead and wear these. I'll be outside preparing the prey I caught," George said before leaving the tree house.

In a matter of minutes, Ava had donned the new outfit, feeling surprisingly comfortable in it. As she peered out of the tree hole, she realized the height made it impossible for her to enter or leave the treehouse without George's assistance. Seeing him approach with a wooden board, she quickly retreated to the stone bed. George's face flushed slightly as he admired her in the new attire.

"You look... lovely," he complimented, causing Ava to blush and look away.

"Thanks," she replied softly.

Sitting beside her on the bed, George offered her the prepared meal. “I’ve prepared the prey; go on and eat,” he announced.

However, Ava's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw thinly sliced pieces of raw meat laid out on the wooden board.

"Say what now?!?!" she exclaimed, shocked by the unexpected meal.

George's confusion deepened at Ava's incredulous response. Did she not like how he had prepared the meat, or did she prefer it whole and uncut? He couldn't shake off his disappointment, having put considerable effort into meticulously slicing the meat with his claws. Perhaps she preferred it raw and untouched—that must be it.

"Ava, what do you mean? Do you not like how I've prepared the meat, or would you prefer whole uncut chunks of meat?" George asked, eager to correct any mistake he may have made.

Ava's mind raced as she processed George's question. Whole and uncut? Raw chunks of meat? Did he really expect her to eat it like that? Suddenly, a memory from her past flashed before her eyes, reminding her that this was indeed how everyone, including her past self, consumed meat. No wonder they suffered from frequent bouts of illness.

With a smile, Ava replied, "It's not that I don't like it. It's just that I don't eat raw meat. It has to be cooked first before I can eat it."

George tilted his head to the side, repeating the word "cook" as if it were foreign to him.

Annoyed by his lack of understanding, Ava decided to explain further. "Cooking is when you use fire to slightly burn a food item," she elaborated. "It's important because it helps prevent sickness, like diarrhea. Simply put, if I eat raw meat, I'll fall sick and die," she concluded bluntly.

At the mention of the word "die," George was startled into action. He rose abruptly and began to walk out with the wooden board containing the meat. Ava instinctively grabbed onto his skirt, her concern evident.

"What are you going to do?" she inquired urgently.

"I'm throwing these away," George replied matter-of-factly.

"No, that's a waste of food. An animal sacrificed its life for us to get this meat. Please don't waste it," Ava implored, her voice tinged with desperation.

George's resolve remained firm. "If eating meat will make you die, then don't eat meat. I will go and find plant fruit for you. As for the meat, I'll eat it myself. It won't harm me."

Determined to carry out his plan, George was ready to act swiftly, knowing that evening was approaching and time was of the essence. But Ava had other ideas.

"How about we make a fire to cook the meat?" she suggested.

George's expression clouded with worry. "Fire is dangerous. It can destroy the forest."

"Fire, when properly watched over, won't be dangerous like that. Just trust me, please," Ava pleaded, her big, soulful eyes brimming with sincerity.

Unable to resist her earnest plea and blinding cuteness, George relented. Ava then explained the necessary steps to start a fire and described the materials they would need. After a while, George had everything prepared and brought Ava outside.

Surveying the cleared spot not far from the treehouse, Ava saw that George had meticulously followed her instructions. There were two stones that could be used as sitting stools, sharpened sticks, dried grass, hay-like leaves, finely shaved wood shavings, and small-sized rocks arranged in a circle. Ava instructed George to make a small hole on a dry, slim piece of wood and insert the sharpened end of the stick into the hole, spinning it as fast as he could. As George spun the stick, Ava added the fine wood shavings to the spinning end and gently blew on it, creating smoke and eventually small flames.

George, apprehensive at first, stopped spinning when he saw the flames emerge. Ava, undeterred, reached out to pick up the wooden flame but was stopped by George's firm grip. With determination, she held his shoulder, looked him squarely in the eyes, and whispered, "Trust me." His grip loosened, allowing her to gently place the tiny burning flame at the center of the circular stone arrangement, adding more wood shavings and blowing gently to fuel the fire.

As the flames grew, Ava added more dry leaves and stacked dried wood on top, from smallest to largest. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork with pride. Her camp training had not been in vain. With newfound happiness, she announced, "Let the roasting of meat begin."

With the fire crackling merrily before them, Ava and George set about preparing the meat for roasting. Ava carefully skewered the slices of raw meat onto sharpened sticks, arranging them over the flames with practiced precision. George watched attentively, intrigued by Ava's expertise in handling the food.

As the meat sizzled and browned over the open flames, filling the air with a tantalizing aroma, Ava periodically turned the skewers to ensure even cooking. George, meanwhile, fetched fresh water from a nearby stream, filling a hollowed-out gourd to quench their thirst, by now it was already nighttime.

As they waited for the meat to cook, George observed Ava's deft movements with the skewers, carefully turning the slices of meat over the flames. Inspired by her skill, he decided to give it a try himself. With Ava's guidance, he skewered a slice of meat, mimicking her actions as closely as possible.

Despite his initial clumsiness, George soon got the hang of it, his confidence growing with each successful turn of the skewer. As they worked together, laughter bubbled between them, filling the air with a sense of camaraderie and joy.

Finally, when the meat was cooked to perfection, Ava and George eagerly tasted their culinary creation. The savory flavor of the UNSALTED roasted meat danced on their tongues, satisfying their hunger and filling them with a sense of contentment.

As they savored their meal together, Ava couldn't help but feel grateful for George's willingness to trust her and embrace the unfamiliar concept of cooking. And George, in turn, marveled at Ava's resourcefulness and resilience in adapting her surroundings.

Under the canopy of stars, with the fire casting flickering shadows around them, Ava and George shared a moment of quiet gratitude, grateful for each other's company in the vast wilderness.

Hidden deep within the convoluted tunnels, far removed from the watchful gaze of the tribe, lay an expansive and ancient cavern. Within its shadows dwelled a fearsome creature, a massive blue snake whose mere presence inspired dread in those who dared to draw near. With its scales shimmering faintly in the subdued light and its eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity, the snake slithered into its lair, only to be greeted by a scene of utter chaos and ruin. Fury surged through the snake as it beheld the wreckage strewn about its domain. Its cherished possessions lay strewn and shattered, but the true sting came with the realization that its most prized possession, a radiant crystal orb of power, had been stolen away. The snake's heart boiled with rage at the audacity of the thief who had dared to defile its lair and rob it of its most precious treasure.

With a savage hiss of fury, the snake lashed out in a frenzied rampage, its colossal coils thrashing and smashing everything in their path. Amidst the turmoil, however, the creature's keen senses detected a familiar scent – the unmistakable tang of blood. With a flick of its forked tongue, the snake tasted the dried blood, its senses sharpening as it committed the scent to memory. But there was something else intertwined with the scent, something unexpected – the delicate fragrance of a female.

Driven by a burning desire for retribution, the snake emerged from its cavernous lair, its sinuous form weaving effortlessly through the labyrinthine tunnels with deadly precision. With each passing moment, the scent of blood and female lingered in the air, guiding the serpent ever closer to its elusive quarry.

Emerging from the tunnels into the moonlit night, the snake cast its gaze across the river and the vast expanse of wilderness beyond. With an instinctual urge propelling it forward, the creature embarked on a relentless pursuit, its senses honed to perfection as it sought out the faintest trace of its prey's scent.

Through dense forests and treacherous terrain, the snake pursued its quarry with unwavering determination. Though the trail of blood grew fainter with each passing mile, the snake pressed on undeterred, its singular focus fixed on reclaiming what had been unjustly taken from it.

Arriving at the outskirts of the tree tribe, the snake slithered towards a towering tree, its senses heightened with anticipation as it closed in on its target. Yet, as it drew nearer, the scent of blood began to diminish, replaced by the lingering fragrance of a female. This must be where she resides, the snake surmised, though it sensed she was not alone. With caution in its movements, the snake paused to assess the situation, its keen gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

Beneath the moon's serene glow, the snake chose to bide its time, retreating into the shadows of the wilderness to await the opportune moment to confront the thief who had encroached upon its domain. Concealed within the dense vegetation, the creature remained perfectly still, its form obscured from prying eyes as it patiently waited for dawn to break and the right moment to reveal itself. With every coil of its sinew, the snake remained poised for action, its resolve unyielding as it prepared to reclaim what rightfully belonged to it.