"I don't know," Marx replied. He set the playback to slow and played the video twice but he still could not identify what the dark shadow that swallowed the drone was.
"So do we go east?" Vasquez was apprehensive when he asked.
"No matter which direction we follow, there will still be danger. We don't know what awaits us in the east, so we better go Northwest," Marx said with finality.
Marx looked for Amaya and found her staring at Vasquez's backpack which was leaning against the tree trunk.
"Aya, what's wrong?" Marx asked when he noticed that Amaya's gaze was transfixed at at something behind the backpack.
"A cub is nibbling at Vasquez backpack." Amaya's brows furrowed.
"It might have smelled the beef jerky in it. Shoo!" Vasquez approached the cub and kicked it away. He applied a lot of force and the tiger cub flew a few meters away.
"What are you doing?" Amaya berated him.
