Horizon Ridge In between it's all messed up

Relief washed over him as Gunnar expressed a strong disliking for gulls. The cacophony of their screeching had faded to background noise as Mio following the footsteps of the old man towards said rabbits. At least he didn’t need wings for these.

Though bare-boned and weak, the adrenaline of the hunt dampened whatever discomfort he felt for the time being, and he sped up - only a little - to trot almost side by side with Gunnar.

The grass seemed to be a little way off - “I hate those birds too,” he began softly, “they make my brain feel noisy.” With the kind man by his side, he felt less afraid.

Soon, the duo reached the grasslands and Mio settled into a focused silence as he scouted for trails.