The Trail

The Trail winds through humid jungle wilds as Willie Scott, in her improvised sarong, dabs perfume on her elephant's ears and recoils from its musky blast. She dumps the bottle across its back, sparking an indignant trumpet that echoes along the line of beasts. Sajnu guides the caravan forward under dappled canopy, blending Willie's fleeting levity with the group's mounting dread of Thuggee shadows ahead.