EJIMA
Ejima had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and before she could think, her hands were already on her waist, ready to draw out her sling.
She hadn't mistaken the chuckle. They were that of babies, resting inside a brown basket, underneath a tree whose name was not forthcoming. What made her eyes dilate was the creature beside the basket.
It was at least twice the size of a dog, with brown rich skin, spotted all around with black. Its tail stood above its body, and the claws were glinting dangerously with the afternoon sun. It had buried its head inside the basket and the children in the basket kept giggling as the animal continued to smear their faces with its slurry saliva.
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