The thought of removing it is daunting, but the protection it offered is undeniable. His breathing is heavy in my ear, a mix of excitement and effort. I realise what he is doing, he has made stirrups for my harness! I watch him, his back muscles flexing as he turns the fish, each motion precise and efficient. I’m yellow from head to toe, and it looks very artificial, specially in the forest where everything is so natural. The gesture sends a thrill down my spine, and soon I’m running along the trail guided by his directions. The size of the fish is impressive, and I can’t help but feel a surge of pride at the thought of sharing a meal with him, something we’ve both earned. I feel his body tense, and the pressure of his knees increases, signaling me to stay still.
