The leaves grew so thick that it shield out the bright rays of the dun, rendering the tropical forest's floor in a perpetual shade. But ten spite the lack of sunshine, the undergrowth grew extremely thick, and the two explorers had to fight endlessly to get past it.
The warm and damp air was making Sam feel hot and uncomfortable, and, due to not being in the best physical condition and carrying a heavy weight, she was panting and sweating, falling behind Mina at least ten feet every ten seconds.
"Hey!" she finally cried, when she saw how far the catgirl was from her, "Wait for-"
She could not get the last word out, for Sam 's foot caught in a root of some random tree, and the fox went toppling over, falling face down in the mud.
She groaned when she finally roused to her feet, rubbing her brushed head, her beautiful white fur caked with dirt.
When she finally regained her composure, Sam saw that her companion was no where in sight, and she cursed to herself. She was just about to run off and catch up to her companion when she heard the bushes nearby rustle.
Her blood ran cold. She waited for it to happen again, but after a few moments passed that made it evident that it would not, Sam nervously continued her journey.
Suddenly there was loud howling all around her, and tall, wide black figures jumped in her way with heavy thuds, surrounding her at all sides.
Same gave a small yelp when sharp javelins thrust towards her, stopping inches away from penetrating her soft flesh.
Gingerly she raised her eyes away from the deadly points and to the looming black figures, saying nervously: "H-hi."
Meanwhile, Mina was walking down a pathway she just now discovered, oblivious to Sam's distress. It was only when the catgirl turned around to ask the fox if she had the camera on and ready that she saw that her companion was missing.
"Sam!" she called, "Where are you?"
She received no answer, and Mina was growing worried. She backtracked, but due to the jungle's size and the fact that everything looked the same, Mina took a few wrong turns and ended up completely lost.
"Okay, calm down, girl," she told herself, "You can get yourself out of this mess."
She tried retracing her steps, but she took a wrong turn again, walking straight into a trap. On the ground, covered by green leaves, was a net.
When Mina stepped on it, the trap activated, and the next thing the catgirl knew was that she was surrounded by rope, suspended three feet high in the air.
She kicked and thrust around, but all her effort only left her out of breath and no less trapped.
The bushes rustled nearby. Emerging from them were two tigers. Mina gasped when she saw them: they were both seriously fat, supporting huge, overhanging bellies and large moobs, dressed in nothing but a pair of beautifully decorated loincloth, their flaps to long that it almost dragged across the ground.
If she could guessed, from this uncomfortable angle, that the two felines must be at least six to seven feet tall. Aside from their natural black stripes, colorful patterns, red, blue, green, yellow, most of them in a spiral shape, covered their well-fed bodies.
When they laid eyes on Mina, their eyes grew wide with surprise.
"It would seem that we caught something that's anything but edible, Tom," said the first tiger, studying Mina.
"Yes," agreed the second tiger, "It's a female. Do you think it comes from the Northern part of the island, Tim?"
The first tiger known as Tim shook his head. "No," he said, "She's far too thin and strangely dressed."
"Do you think she comes from the dreaded Main Land?" asked Tom.
"Most likely," said Tim, "Which means that we should probably take her to the chief."
They both nodded, and Tom grabbed the net, cut it loose with his sharp claw, and carried her so easily that Mina guessed she weighed as much as a ragged doll to them.
The catgirl begged and pleaded for them to let her go, but they ignored her. Soon she gave up, allowing herself to be taken away.
But should we stay with Mina? Or should we switch to Sam?