Tarzeena- Jiggle In The Jungle [extra Quality] -

That’s when she saw them. The Vaziri.

For three days, Jen Plimpton did what she did best: she observed, catalogued, and adapted. She found a stream of clear, cold water. She identified edible, if bitter, tubers her graduate students had once nicknamed “the devil’s testicle.” She built a rough lean-to against a mossy rock face, using the principles of a textbook she’d written on West African nest-building chimpanzees. Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle

From the east, Omari and his warriors erupted from the ferns with a ululating cry that shook the very leaves. They were on the poachers before a single safety catch could be clicked off. Spears found soft flesh. Fists found jaws. The generator toppled. The leopard cage door, cleverly unlatched by a Vaziri boy who’d snuck around the back, swung open. That’s when she saw them