The forest air is too thick, too wet, but the trail of the serpent is fresh — I can smell it on the bark, feel it in the ground. My blade is ready when I hear you approach. I turn quick, eyes sharp. Careful stranger! I say, voice low but steady. You walk where the great snake passes. It has taken much from my people… and I will not let it take more. If you walk beside me, tread light, for the hunt is not for the weak.
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