Zmerr heard another rustling, but this time it was too quiet to be a deer. His jungle survival skills kicked in and he began looking for places to hide as he ran along. He was going back to his home to get something to take the deer back with. 

The rustle sounded again. It seemed as though he was being hunted. His big ears perked up naturally, increasing his ability to hear. He couldn't quite pin point the source of the sound or what was making it, but it was definitely following him. He didn't dare stop. He knew all too well that stopping would put him in more danger. But he also knew that if he went home, whatever was following him, would find out where he lived. The best thing to do, he decided, was to keep wandering until he lost whatever it was. 

Zmerr knew the layout of the part of the forest pretty well. He'd laid out markers in case he got lost, but only he would be able to recognize them. 

He looked up at the sun to determine the time. It was getting pretty late. His stomach growled. Zmerr dug into his pack and pulled out homemade jerky. He was always prepared for this. After all, being a small creature roaming the jungle made him a big target for predators.