It is been exactly two days since Uzochukwu made it to the thick forest at the boundary, where he is to spend a lonely week. And he is adjusting quite well.

With the spear in his hands, he kills small animals for food, and makes a fire to roast them with the flint he found among his rations. He also gathers edible fruits from several of the fruit trees that are scattered throughout the forest. There's a stream a fair distance from the entrance to the forest, and that is where he made his camp.

However, if he knows what lives in the forest with him, he would most likely relocate to somewhere safer. Like home.

You see, water is a must. And in a forest with as few options as the one he currently stays in, any body of water is close to sacred. Little animals come daily to drink, to slake their thirst. Indeed, more often than not, Uzochukwu doesn't really need to hunt. He just waits and spears them as they make their furtive way to the stream. All he needs to do is remain hidden and cover himself with mud, to mask his scent, and he gets a steady supply of meat for his cooking fire.
But on the third day, he comes across a small deer, with its belly torn out, and huge chunks of meat missing. He shudders in fear.

He knows he didn't do this. There's another predator in this forest, and from the look of the bite marks, and bloody paw prints around the carcass, it's pretty big.

That night, he sleeps up, in the branches of a tree.

That singular action saves his life, as in the wee hours of the night, when he is deep in sleep, a lioness approaches his regular sleeping place. She is responsible for the torn deer he stumbled across earlier, and having filled her belly by devouring another animal before stumbling on the deer while making her way back to her den, she quickly lost interest in the meat after a few bites. So she left it lying there. 
Wrong move...

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