We stopped at an orchard where the farmers eagerly offered me a taste of their finest fruits. I bit into an apple. Its sweetness made me smile. "This is incredible," I said, and the farmers exchanged proud glances, clearly pleased with my reaction.
Rigz stayed close but unobtrusive, his watchful eyes scanning the surroundings. Despite his stoic demeanor, I was starting to see another side of him. He wasn’t just my bodyguard, but he was someone I could trust, someone who seemed to genuinely care.
The day flew by in a blur of rich landscapes and warm encounters. Every field, every vineyard, every farmer’s cottage we visited left me more in awe of the pack and the people who called it home. And through it all, Rigz was there, steady and dependable, making me feel safe and… seen.
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