Papa's energy sparked in alarm then Mama's too.

Mila twisted to stare back at the way the sounds came from and spotted a bobbing light.

Torch light.

Mama and Papa kept low and began to move again, almost crawling. Mila crunched up against Papa's back, squinting at first then kept her head down to avoid the lower branches.

The sounds of those approaching grew. Papa moved faster, Mama right behind. They scooted up higher, scrambling, and tucked against ...