The sun was setting in the west.
Maya brought Gigi along and caught up.
In the zebra herd not far away, there were about ten or so zebras, with two foals among them.
Although they were eating grass or playing, they pricked up their ears vigilantly, ready for any sudden attack.
One of the adult zebras stood at the outer circle, raised its head, and took on the responsibility of guarding the area, paying close attention to the wind and grass around it.
The vegetation was a little withered but still very lush.
It was like the fur on a lion.
The pride of the cold father was not far from the zebras, and only five to six hundred meters away.
Furthermore, they were against the Wind.
The flowing hot wind brought with it the smell of the zebras, but it was unable to inform the zebras of the lions in advance.
So…
