Weekly Writing Challenge - Week #3

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Third short story for my Weekly Writing Challenge! Picture credit here

  I followed Nala through the woods. Why did I even have to be here? I wasn't a fierce warrior like most of the hunters of the tribe, and neither was Nala. She was one of the odd ones, quick with both her mind and body. She understood nature, and some had said they'd even seen her command it. No one could ever figure out how she and the others became that way. Nala knelt down and traced her fingers lightly over the muddy area of land. She had led me to the edge of the marshes, a dangerous place full of monsters after sundown. Not even the mightiest warriors could tame this part of the land.
  "What do you see here?" she said, beckoning to me. I took a knee beside her and stared hard at the soft ground.
  "Deer tracks,"
  "How many?"
  "Only one deer," I looked up at her. "Why did you bring me out here?" Nala's patterned green cloak blew in the wind.
  "Nature is one of our greatest teachers," she said to me, "We can never have enough of nature. Find the deer," Then she took a step back into the brush and vanished.

  I carefully and quietly followed the deer tracks. I made sure to move slowly through the marsh, keeping my eye out for twigs on the ground. I avoided stepping on these twigs, just as the deer's path wove among them. The summer heat had dried the ground just enough so that the deer's tracks were visible, without the hassle of deep pits of mud and water.
  Snap. The breaking of a branch ahead froze my body. Was it a monster? I looked up ahead, just barely catching a glimpse of tan fur bound into the giant wall of thorn bushes looming before me. The deer. I ran forward.
  "There's no way I could get through this," I muttered. The deer had been able to get through, probably because it was smaller and much more nimble, but I was a human. The pokey branches would pull and tear at my clothes, entangling me in their grasp.

  Saddened that I couldn't finish the quest Nala had sent me on, I sat down on a log. Many sticks littered the ground, and among them I spotted a salamander. The strange little creature lifted it's head to stare at me after sensing my swift movement. Then it continued on its way. I studied it and noticed how it moved. It kept it's body close to the ground, carefully moving each limb forward, weaving among the barriers of sticks. If I moved like the salamander, maybe I could go under the thorns. I got down on my hands and knees, and slowly went into the bush.

  After what seemed like eternity, I emerged from the wall of thorns. I rolled over onto my back and stared up into the sky. Soon it would be night, and the monsters of the marsh would come out and prowl their domains. Both the deer and I would probably become a meal. Suddenly, the vibrant birdsong in the area stopped.
  Snap. I craned my neck to try and see what had made the noise from my position on the ground. I stared into the deer's deep brown eyes.
  "Good job," Nala said, appearing out of the brush, "You found the deer,"
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