The teen girl screamed; the quiet bushes suddenly exploded beside them catching even the Doctor, who thought he'd been ready, off-guard. He was knocked from his feet.
On his back with a razor-honed knife at his throat, he tried an innocent smile.
"Hello, Leela. You've aged well."
"You again, Old One," the middle-aged woman hissed.
"Now, now, I only wanted one teensy little..."
"Only one! You practically had an entire tribe of your own, what's one..."
"MOTH-errrr," the girl complained as Leela abandoned her prey and towed her away. "We were just going hunting!"
"That one should hunt alone."
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