The creature got onto one knee to have more leverage for lifting the branch. He groaned, stiff and sore as he got onto his feet. He looked down at the dripping branch as if considering where to dispose of it, but in the end simply tossed it as far and as hard as he could into the trees on the other side of the spring. He crouched down coping his hand to lift water to his face and run it over his head. He was hot and thirsty and no amount of water could relieve him.

He was oblivious to the stealth of the hunter. He had no fear of man or beast and did not listened for their approach.

Had Andrew been closer, his swift steps would have made enough noise to alert the creature. But he was still far enough behind to leave Angel her moment of advantage.