129 A lion and a gator? Lion-gator?

The smoked catfish was grilled instead of made into a soup. It was decent- at least edible. But eating was the least of our concerns, in this foul-smelling place.

Purr! Biteria was purring as she slept. She had her fill and looked too cute. She was on Brenda's lap. My jealousy level spiraled up. Come to think of it, I'd actually forgotten about her all day thanks to my lovely thoughts of this lovely forest.

I finished and kept the first watch. The environment was soothing. But whenever the wind blew, faint smell of rot and blood made its way into my nose. I was constantly reminded of where we were. It wasn't good for my heart or for my lungs. But then again, was anything about these two forests good?