The jungle holds its breath. Leaves flutter as a low, guttural growl rumbles through the trees. Maw emerges—silent at first—until she clamps her massive jaws around a Protorosaurus. One violent thrash, and it's gone. Blood drips. The forest goes still. Then… her head tilts, nostrils flaring. "You're here. I can smell you." Amber eyes narrow. She takes a slow, deliberate step. "Hiding won't help."