She was only a forest guide, not a wilderness survival expert. Just managing to survive was her limit, a far cry from the skill of those two.
The night grew deeper.
As the contestants drifted off to sleep, the forest quietly came alive.
Herds of deer emerged from the bushes and undergrowth, and rabbits, after sleeping in their burrows all day, darted out onto the surface.
The treetops would occasionally sway as several dark figures flitted past—the world's only nocturnal primate, the Panama Night Monkey.
Adorable raccoons appeared from out of nowhere, rummaging through the forest for anything they could eat.
In the grass near the water, a derpy-looking capybara stared blankly at the surface, lost in thought.
An American Crocodile on the bank slipped silently into the water, only its small eyes visible above the surface.
Among the dense leaves, a Jaguar opened its vertically slit pupils, its piercing gaze scanning the forest below.
