The result is a rather quiet squish that goes entirely unnoticed.
Time passes, a handful of minutes, not quite ten. Enough for the silence and lack of anything attacking them to be more nerve-wracking than calming.
It's possible there are more squishes as well.
The jungle around them is getting thicker, less of a path under their feet and more undergrowth. Branches lie in their way, to be ducked under, pushed out of the way. Rachel brushes irritably at leaves that tangle themselves in her hair, while a leaf that brushes Mel's shoulder leaves a soft weight on her skin.
Caterpillar #2 will avenge his brother by... sitting there calmly and not actually doing much.
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Time passes, a handful of minutes, not quite ten. Enough for the silence and lack of anything attacking them to be more nerve-wracking than calming.
It's possible there are more squishes as well.
The jungle around them is getting thicker, less of a path under their feet and more undergrowth. Branches lie in their way, to be ducked under, pushed out of the way. Rachel brushes irritably at leaves that tangle themselves in her hair, while a leaf that brushes Mel's shoulder leaves a soft weight on her skin.
Caterpillar #2 will avenge his brother by... sitting there calmly and not actually doing much.