Something had been shaking. Far away. Mother Earth. Too far away.
Talon Ngara rolled out of his sleeping position on the ground, very well hidden between some bushes and a tree that had been collapsed a while ago, thus concealing him from view.
He knew that no creature would attack him now. He was safe. Although he was far away now from the town he travelled to, he knew the Jungle's paths - or at least his intuition told him so. He heavily relied on his intuition for finding paths in this thick mass of plants of all sizes : crawling on the floor of the jungle, climbing up into the branches, hanging down from the tops of the trees like wet, soggy stripes of living wood hanging down and sometimes slashing into the face of a wanderer who wasn't careful enough. The ground itself was thick and sometimes wet, creating a kind of mud that simply pleased the feet of the wanderer. It was easy to walk here on this ground, in close contact with Mother Earth who cared for her children in a very special way. Walking on this mud was more like a massage than something else.
Of course he also had sandals on his feet - as a simple means of protection against tiny insects which might be there with fangs and stings held out for prey.
His other clothes were thin trousers and a t-shirt. In his bag he had among his other belongings a thicker mat-like jacked and longer trousers just in case he needed them as protection.
But for now, he didn't need protection. He was in the Heart of the Jungle, in contact with Mother Earth, and there was nothing to fear. So he travelled on, on a route that protected him by being deep inside the jungle, and at the same time took him further towards the town. He would need 3 days more for the journey.
