Nate leaned over and kissed his fiancee.
Distant thunder rolled from the skies.
'The others are waiting,' she mumbled between his lips. 'Let 'em wait,' he whispered, lingering. Thick raindrops began to fall, tapping at the pavement and rooftop. Thunder rumbled again, and the sprinkle blew into a downpour. 'But shouldn't we-' Nate pulled her closer, bringing her lips back to his. 'Hush:'
Epilogue
Deep in the Amazon rain forest, nature takes its own course, unseen and undisturbed.
The spotted jaguar nudges its litter of cubs, mewling and whining in the den. His black-coated mate has been gone a long time. He sniffs the air. A whiff of musk. He paces anxiously.
From the jungle shadows, a silhouette breaks free and pads over to him. He huffs his greeting to his larger mate. They busily rub and brush against each other. He smells the bad scent on her. Flames, burning, screaming. It triggers warnings along his spine, bristling his nape. He growls.
His mate crosses to the far side of the glade and digs deep into the soft loam. She drops a knobby seed into the pit, then kicks dirt back over it with her hind legs.
Once done, she crosses to the litter of cubs-some black, some spotted. She sniffs at them. The cubs cry for milk, rolling over one another.
She rubs her mate again and turns her back on the freshly dug hole, the planted seed already forgotten. It is no longer her concern. It is time to move on. She gathers her litter and her mate, and the group heads deeper into the trackless depths of the forest.
Behind, freshly turned soil dries in the afternoon sun.
Unseen and undisturbed.
Forgotten.
