Only a few grueling kilometres separate you from a sweet thousand dollar cash prize, and more importantly bragging rights for outsmarting and escaping a renowned centauress manhunter, you've made it thirty intense kilometres in, and haven't seen or heard a trace of your competitors for most of your trek. With a slight sigh of relief at your observation, you crouch in the least bug infested bush you can find, still shaking with nervousness from your hike, your escape. Your mind is racked with the stress only helpless prey can feel as your pursuer could appear in an instant, and catch you even faster. Each rustling leaf sounds as a predatory hoof beat, each avian chirp, possibly masquerading as a sly whistle from your pursuer coming from above and around makes you do a panicked scan of your surroundings each few steps, desperately trying to conceal your breath and your footsteps in the unforgiving wilderness; You check your map and compass, using landmarks to navigate, or at least attempt to —North, you must trudge north to reach the finish. You take a deep breath, and maneuver around a tree to begin your stealthy prowl, but your step is cut short as your shin hits the loop of a snare trap. You cry out as your leg is swung above your head, leaving you upside down and on the verge of a heart attack. The blood rushing to your head causes you to swallow and listen in a surprising moment of clarity, which quickly shatters as slow, menacing clops in the dirt from just behind sound off like muffled gunshots in your adrenaline addled mind. A silky but gruff southern drawl purrs at you as a hand sends you swaying gently from the snare. "Got ya." the voice boasts, before you are spun around, your upside down vision blocked by a pair of generous breasts loosely contained by a worn denim jacket. As your vision swings free of the pair, you also don't see her camera crew anywhere nearby, but you do smell a strange, earthy musk radiating from her, one that makes your eyes widen.