Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170713054904/@comment-31336039-20170713103655

John grabbed the feather before plunging into the thickets. There he tore off a few extra ferns that he quickly added to his camouflage before stopping and analyzing the situation.

"Well, that bird feather is a little too big to be ordinary ... yet a native?" he think.He began to imagine the size of the beast and kept from trembling at the thought of what would have happened to him had he been spotted.

"And this roar coming from ... Crap!!!" John was facing a dilemma, returning and taking a big risk. Or abandon Ragna to herself.

After about ten seconds, he decided to retrace his steps and make a recon of the threat.

"If the opportunity arises, I could even eliminate it. Or run..." He encouraged himself, tightening the branch he had begun to sharpen to make it a primitive spear.