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Kong’s eyes narrowed. It was possible the deathrunners could come into the mouth of the mountain. They would have to climb out of the crater some distance away, but they could follow the ridges, then the ledge, as he had done. But could they get from the mouth to this cavern?
Kong spent hours exploring and finally found a passage downward, one leading to the lower cavern of the mouth. It could be blocked with boulders easily enough. And then what? He would be trapped up here.
Or would he? If he came from the cliffs, he had a back way in, one that the dinosaurs could never use.
Over the next days, Kong made many journeys from the plateau into the caves. He blocked the steep passageway down into the mouth, using stones pried out of the cavern walls. He brought soft grasses to make a bed. He found a water supply in the depths of the cave, warm, brackish water, but drinkable. And he brought food, enough for days if he needed it.
The first night he spent in the cavern was . . . profitable. The pterodactyls coming home to roost were easy prey, snatched from the air, their necks broken, and the next morning stacked in the sun to dry. Two nights, and the pterodactyls did not return, but flew to more remote cliffs.
Kong brought lianas into the cavern, tough, thick vines. He found ways to loop these around a strong stalagmite. He could toss these from the eye socket and have a way of descending and ascending.


Kong: King of Skull Island, Chapter 11