Rotten leaves covered the path, a thick layer, swollen from the rain.
The group stepped on them, producing a dull and sticky sound.
Wet mud clung to the soles of their shoes, making each step heavier.
Despite this, no one complained, and no one slowed their pace.
The scene from earlier left a mark on their hearts.
The once suppressed emotions seemed to have been ignited by something.
There was no conversation among them, but when their eyes met, they saw a spark in each other's gazes.
Suddenly, Kaelan, who was leading, stopped in his tracks.
He stood still, his ears twitched slightly, then he quickly stepped forward a few paces.
A moment later, he doubled back, looking solemnly at Wyatt.
