Alpha Flint Quickfoot leads his pack thru the jungle, following the river downstream, on the hunt for monkeys, and fruit trees which should be plentiful at this time. His mouth already watering at the promise of juicy, sweet fruits. Flint's voice is soft and quiet. We move quickly. We are losing the light. Flint doubles the pace, hurrying thru the woods, when a sound brings him to a dead stop.
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