Zephyr ambled through the expansive field, his solitary figure cutting through the gentle sway of the grass. With each step, he couldn't shake the sensation of being trailed, a subtle awareness tingling at the back of his mind. Halting abruptly, he scanned his surroundings, a furrow forming on his brow as he tried to discern any signs of movement or presence.
Noticing Zephyr's sudden pause, Mateo, trailing a few paces behind, furrowed his own brow in confusion. "What's he stopping for?" he muttered to himself, squinting as he observed Zephyr from a distance. Before Mateo could voice his inquiry, Zephyr turned, his gaze piercing through the expanse, causing Mateo to instinctively dart into a nearby hiding spot, ensuring he remained unseen.
A heavy sigh escaped Zephyr's lips as his search
