He quickly climbed to the next branch, tightly holding the tree trunk and breathing softly and slowly. The wound on his arm burned, but he couldn’t afford to pay attention to that right now.
Below him, he could hear the movements of the leaves on the bushes as they scraped against the leathery skin of the monster. The grass that was crushed and ripped up by the taloned feet as it searched for him.
He closed his eyes and tried his best to stay quiet.
It had been an hour since the chase had begun. An hour since he had seen the smoke rising from miles below in the forest.
At that time, he had climbed the highest tree he could find and searched through his binoculars until he found the campsite.
There was a blue-haired man and two children sitting beside the fire. The number of tents behind them made it clear that at least three more people were likely in their party.
