Unbeknown to Anthony and John, a large tan puma, its tail gently wagging, sat on top of Mushroom Rock sunning itself and watching them walk by. The hair on the back of Anthony's hair stood up. He held out both of his walking sticks and scanned the area. "Do you see anything, John?" John stopped and scanned the area.
"Are you still freaked out because of the bear?"
"Its tracks were right on the trail and he was only about 30 feet away from us."
"Your song soothed the savage beast," John said and spread his lips into a smile. "Do you want to sing another song?"
"No! I don't care about a song right now. There is something, maybe another bear. I don't know. But there is something watching us. I can feel it."
"We're not the only backpackers doing the PCT right now," John said. "It could be some of them having a late lunch or setting up camp early."
"That's wishful thinking and you know it," Anthony said, "That look on your face tells me you feel it, too."
John pointed up the trail and started walking. "Ee e e um um a way," he sang. Anthony joined in, "A weem a way, A weem a way, a weem a way, a weem away, ... In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight..." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hi4XmAbA7JU
They kept looking behind them to make sure they weren't being followed. They admired the forest and the view from the ridge that they walked along, unaware that the puma had followed their scent.
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