He walks through the forest, they are after him, but he is good at hunting and hiding, he is from the otter tribe, he skims past a few small shrubs as he slides into the river making nearly no sound, he pokes half of his head out, his brown body blending in with the muddy River, on the other side of the bank, a deer is softly grazing, he picks up a rock and throws it, it lands at the deer's feet as it runs quiclly past the warriors, they chase it, after a few minutes he knows it is safe to come out, he runs off into the deep forest, safe for another day, but he knows it is just a matter of time before one of the tribes catch hi