Karas figured the temple was the best idea. He could hold out there a while and there might be some hidden treasure. His survival skills were strong and if he got a weapon he might do okay. His female body still foreign to him some extra time would help him get used to the easy stimulation and jiggling. Karas feared that being exposed to males might over excite him. Even now his large nipples
hardened at the thought of a man taking her. Her, that did seem to be what she should call herself until she could get a cure. She made her way through the forest looking for signs of the abandoned temples.
She moved quietly to avoid any predators that might wander the forests. A sharpened stick would hardly provide much protection if she found herself in a fight. It was mid afternoon before Karas found an ancient stone path. Markers along it indicted a place of worship. No human had tread the stones in many years with the overgrown vegetation. Hunger began to take hold in Karas when the timeworn temple came into view. The place looked forgotten but once a great place of worship.
