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We decide to start back at the other pack. Matoskah said he saw them preparing for a prisoner. My blood ran cold, but I pushed away the unneeded fear. We limberly jump over logs and around trees, speeding away when drums were heard in the distance. It seems that Matoskah was correct, and I knew what they were planning on doing if they knew who he was. The louder the drums were, the more my adrenaline flooded my system. The trees were sharp, the smell of the cooking fires and nature. I could hear every bird, rustle, and breath Matoskah took. When we finally break the trees and dash across the rocky region, the drums speed up, signaling something was about to happen. Shouting was heard, announcements. Matoskah and I stop right before diving off the slope, attacking the pack right now. "Th