Jungle Lake

At the bottom of the valley, the nonchalant river flows into a placid lake. Duckweed and lilypads grow in the shade of an imposing cliff, shielded from the corrosive sun. As you approach, your lungs fill with humidity and the sweet scent of rotting fruits and foliage. The humming of exotic birds fills the air. Startled beasts rustle amongst the leaves, scared away from their usual drinking point. As you move towards the muddy shore, you immediately notice something unusual. Large tracks near the water's edge, left by something with imposing claws. Keep your wits about you, despite the oppressive heat !