[i]Were Nicoli to continue forth he would be able to smell meat cooking, eventually finding a fresh campfire in the middle of a small, shaded clearing amongst the ruins and trees. Some sort of rodent on a spit hung over it, the reason for the scent of food. It might be difficult to notice, but there would be small, barely perceptible triplines crafted from plant fibers outside of the clearing, with small wooden clackers (disguised by leaves) threaded on at intervals. Were it to be stepped upon or snagged, it would certainly make noise. At any rate, the camp wasn't abandoned. Zande sat upon the gnarled branch of a strangler fig, twelve feet above the ground and almost opposite of where Nicoli was. He blended in as well as the predacious chameleon, sharp eyes on the lookout for dinner. There wasn't much else to do when you were surviving out in the wild. Likely he was counting on the tripline to give away the location of a tasty big cat, which would be drawn in by the smell of the roasting rodent. The fire of course was kept lit so that the intended carnivorous animal might be dissuaded from simply darting in and out with the bait and would cautiously linger around, giving Zande plenty of time to take it down from the shadows.

There would be many more triplines and traps on Zande's side than Nicoli's. One didn't simply expect a wild animal to always approach from the front, after all.

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