Chris cannot make out much. Most of the paint had been peeled off by age and the elements. She manged to pick out a handful of words; 'Armadillo', 'feeding habits' and 'Nocturnal', but that is all she can read.<br/><br/>Behind her, there was a low grunting sound. Something dark and large moved through the dense jungle, clumsily crushing plants and knocking over small trees as it made its way towards the thief.