A seagull flapped its wings and glided over the harbor with the sea breeze, heading straight for the coastal mudflats to the northeast.
Near the settlement of Humans in South Ridge, there would naturally be a large number of seagulls, because aside from Humans themselves, there were no natural predators to hunt them.
With an abundance of food sources, Humans also wouldn't always think of hunting them, whose meat was sparse and capable of flight; occasionally, they would even attempt to domesticate them as replacements for homing pigeons.
Following its path, the seagull was meant to cross the busy street and head straight to the sandy beach on the other side of the city for a feast.
But halfway through its flight, it suddenly let out a frightened squawk, its tail feathers closed, and then it accelerated sharply, veering off at a ninety-degree angle.
The drugstore was located in the center of the avenue.
