The Jungle's Gift

The hunger was unlike anything she had ever felt. She found herself bounding through the thick vegetation with a smell invading her nostrils. It got stronger as she moved, with a knowing urgency. A monkey. Instinctively, she pounced through the brush as the smell hit its peak and saw the brown furry creature before her. Razor sharp claws retracted from her paws and they became certain instruments of death. She sank her fangs into the back of the monkey after she had torn open its neck and savored the meat. Claire was simultaneously repulsed and sated unlocking the jungle's secrets.