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features weren’t important to them, but their strength, stealth, and concentration were key. “Do not get seen!” the guard leader called out.
    “Yes, sir!” The warriors answered.
    “Our alpha, Diesel, has asked us to search the perimeter and scout for a woman. They are suspecting her to be human.” A tall golden colored dragon spoke. He was the leader of the perimeter patrol group.
    “Sir.” A smaller yellow and golden colored dragon stepped forward.
    “Yes, Derek?” the leader asked.
    Derek cleared his throat and shifted his weight as he stood slightly taller. “Do we leave in teams?”
    “Well, son,” The leader began to reply with a tone which signified that he would have held a proud smile. Derek was his prodigy, his son, the one who would soon take over his own patrol party. “That’s a good idea. Look after one another. The woman has posed no threat so far. Keep your distance. We are only scouting for where she is staying.”
    When the small speech was concluded, the beasts took flight while others wandered the forest. They had excellent night vision, and would use the night to their advantage.
    Throughout the night, eight of the magnificent creatures combed the island. They had searched a third of the land by the time morning came and still hadn’t found her campsite.
    Assembling in the small clearing once again, they reported their findings to the leader. “We found no signs of her, sir.”
    “We will keep the clan on high alert. If anyone spots her, I want to know immediately.” The leader said, sighing.
    Their alpha wouldn’t appreciate this at all. He might even be furious, but there was nothing the patrols could do if they could not find the woman.

Chapter 11
    The next day, Miley crawled out from her tent; once again, birds alerted her of the morning. She changed her clothing, putting on a bikini and a simple spring dress. Miley searched through the supplies Victor had left her and sighed.
    “Well, at least he left me some food and water ,” she groaned. She would definitely complain to the magazine company about their shady guide.
    She combed the photos in her camera and decided that she really had to start to break through the outer shell of the island and explore the jungle. She had concluded this was a pretty big island and that she would probably get many complaints if she only showed up with pictures of animals and sand.
    After eating an apple and a breakfast bar, Miley grabbed hold of a backpack and wandered over to the tent. Unzipping the tent, Miley dumped everything onto her sleeping bag. Then meticulously, Miley packed the items, which she thought would be necessary to carry along with her. She packed some food and water bottles, a pad of paper and pencils, her solar charging dock for her camera, her mp3 player, and her knife; along with anything else that seemed important.
    Miley slipped on a pair of sandals, and then lopped the backpack over her back and the camera strap over her neck; she let out a breath and walked straight for the trees.
    Miley pushed and shoved at the brush and walked straight into the canopy. After what seemed like forever of huffing into the trees, Miley began to wonder how bad of an idea this really was.
    She could not see a path back in any direction, and a tear escaped her eyes. Miley had walked for hours. There was nothing more she could do but continue on her aimless mission through the trees, hoping to eventually emerge on the shore somewhere.
    Thankfully, after another few miles, Miley had come into a clearing. It was a good place to rest; a section that was bare and dry. She pulled the backpack off her back and set it down on a rock. Her stomach rumbled and, now that she was lost, she really did not know if she should eat or ration what she had.
    Sighing, Miley decided that she needed to eat a bit and drink some. She pulled one of the water bottles from her backpack and cracked it open. Tipping her head back slightly and gulping down a small