Under the dense canopy of the forest, Marco and Roberto continued their stealthy trek, their senses on high alert. Each step was deliberate, placing their feet with care to avoid snapping twigs or rustling leaves. The air was filled with the rich scent of damp earth and pine, but amidst the tranquility, an undercurrent of tension lingered.
Marco led the way, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, searching for any signs of pursuers. His years as a poacher had honed his instincts, allowing him to read the forest like a well-worn map. The dappled moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the forest floor as they moved.
