It was almost nightfall, but Sophie was burning up. The desert had been hot, but the heavy humidity of the jungle was almost worse for the woman of the tundra. A wall of exhaustion and dehydration clouded her mind as she slowly made her way deeper through the trees on her hunt for water and a place to make camp for the night. There was no way she would be able to hunt for her prey in her condition. There were all sorts of strange sounds in her ears. Some were far off, but others sounded a little too close for comfort. She had little to actually fear, though.
Winding her way through the vines and thorns in her path, she smiled with relief once she finally spotted the slight glimmer of a watering hole. Throwing herself down to her knees before it, she eagerly scooped a few handfuls of water to drink before splashing her face and neck with it, the cool water a much-needed refresher.
Not knowing the wildlife of the jungle too well besides the great tiger she was sent to retrieve, Sophie thought it best to stay off the ground, at least for the first night. She hoped she wouldn't be here long anyway, so she didn't see a need to get super cozy and spread out her things for a true camp. A tree would do quite nicely, she thought as she raised her head to scan the shadowed treetops. Finding one she thought would be safe enough, she climbed up as nimbly as she would have in her other form and set her pack against the joint of the truck and her chosen branch to make a pillow.
While the location was different, the ritual of sleeping in trees let her relax a little and gave her a small feeling of safety. She thought she would be able to at least see or hear any possible threats before they were upon her and get some rest. It'll be morning before you know it, she reminded herself. And then you'll be rested and refreshed and ready for a day on the hunt. He won't stand a chance.