This is not where he had intended to go. He must have made a wrong turn somewhere surely. He had never gone so deep into jungle like this though. How could he have helped it if he kept finding wonder after wonder and strayed from the trail?

The wonder too has become a little lost with these insects. Although his own blood is no more pleasing, he hasn't enough familiarity with these to determine that only small itching is ideal. He has begun to pout.

A strange noise sounds in the distance. He should've brought his clubs. He has no idea what beasts lurk out here. But then he hears a voice as well, and he calls, "Hello? Might I find mother fuckin ally here?"