Chapter 11 --11.
Suddenly, the sparrow felt like he choked on his own chirps.
This female—she was terrifying!
Why on earth had he felt sorry for her just a moment ago? While he was busy pecking at the ropes tied around his tiny feet, he’d heard her sobbing. And for a split second, his little heart softened. He thought maybe... just maybe, he could comfort her.
But the moment he showed himself—she wanted to eat him?!
Damn it!
He fluffed his feathers in disbelief. Next time, he was letting her cry.
Suddenly, in the midst of their silent standoff—an intense eye fight, really—a sound broke through the stillness.
A heavy footstep echoed through the jungle floor. Kaya stiffened. So did the sparrow.
She slowly turned her head, and Scarf—perched beside her—instinctively rose, feathers bristling. From their high perch on the branch, Kaya peered down. The nearby bushes trembled, not with the wild rustling of animals, but with something deliberate... rhythmic.
Two feet.
Not four. Not paws. Footsteps. Human.