Sarah had almost fallen asleep when she heard Fang growling. She opened one of her eyes slightly, to see if something was wrong. But he was still just sitting there, his back to her. Her eyes slid over a little and then she saw it. He was looking at a tiger, the biggest tiger she'd ever seen. She assumed Fang was talking to it by the way he growled again. Then, the tiger just ran off. Sarah looked after it, a little confused.<span style="font-style: italic">What was that about?</span>she thought. She didn't think she'd ever understand him, and the strange world he lived in. He actually talked to animals, and they apparently understood him. He talked about a goddess, and being a guardian to this jungle. But what did it all mean? Fang started to move around, and positioned himself as if he were about to sleep. Sarah just sat up, now unable to really rest. She was too lost in thought to actually sleep.<br/><br/>She started to think about her father, and the men who kidnapped her. She shivered, remembering what they did to her. She'd only been with them for two weeks, but it had seemed like forever. They'd beaten her a few times, and probably would have done worse if they'd had the chance. But for some reason, their leader never let them. He'd kept saying they needed her for something else, but she never found out what that was. She reached up and rubbed her collar bone, remembering where one of the men had cut her in the first few days she was kidnapped. She'd tried to run, and he'd cut her as a warning and threatened to kill her if she ever tried it again.<br/><br/>She shivered, and realized that tears had started to run down her face. She picked up the sleeve of the jacket that was still wrapped around her waist and brought it up to her face. She tried to sniff as quietly as she could, so she wouldn't disturb Fang, but that only made it worse. She buried her face in her hands, tears still falling down her cheeks.