"Since how many days do you think we've been here?"
Litu asked Hava. The old man looked briefly at him and threw his face away at the cawing Ravens few trees away from them.
They were both seated on a tree. They'd loved to do like they did in the first place but what was the swell to it? They had learned about it in a hard way.
The last experience they had was quite ugly. They had survived the leopards slightly. Twas a point of death delivery. They wouldn't want to take the risk again.
Well, good enough for them, there weren't many of the leopards there. There were many of cougars, few lionesses and cheetahs.
So far, they hadn't had any difficulty that morning. It had been pretty awesome and soothing.
The sun had set in the West. The rays were splattered across the bellowing leaves. You could tell by the odds that the leaves were remonstrating.
"Seven suns."
