Following behind the Native Hunter, Jonan walked in silence. His steps were no longer unsteady, though exhaustion clung to his bones like an insect.
One thing that gave him comfort was that the Native Hunter, who moved ahead of him, was unbothered by the wilderness, its dangerous beasts were frightened by him, and they kept a certain distance from them as if acknowledging the man's dominance.
Jonan didn't know what power the Native Hunter carried, but it was enough to keep the jungle's nightmares at bay.
"At least I won't be shredded to pieces before reaching the settlement", Jonan thought grimly, and it was better than before, at least, where he was just walking in circles.
But then another worry gnawed at him.
"What if the people there are hostile? What if they see me as a trespasser? What if they kill me on sight?"
