The ground was damp since it had rained for hours. It was still drippy, but the eye of the storm had passed. Only a few dark clouds remained as the dusk was approaching. The forest was still full of fog.
Drake had been searching for the mountain lion almost all day without any results. For the most part, he just wandered aimlessly through the rain, haunted by his thoughts. As his mind remained tangled up with Agatha's last conversation, he hesitated to make any decisions. He wondered why he even tried to help her because she didn't even give him a chance. Despite the fact that she had a lot on her mind back then, that didn't excuse her.
Drake was walking through the forest when he suddenly heard a rustling sound. He froze and listened. There was nothing but the rain and the wind. He cautiously looked around and saw a pair of eyes staring at him.
