As Seraphine and I continued our patrol, the playful banter between us gave way to a more focused vigilance. The forest around us seemed to hold its breath, the usual sounds of wildlife strangely absent. We walked in silence, alert and ready for anything.
After a while, I noticed a figure moving stealthily through the trees ahead. The man moved with purpose, his movements careful and deliberate. I nudged Seraphine and nodded towards the figure. She gave a subtle nod in return, and we both crouched down, following him quietly.
We trailed the man for what felt like hours, each step taken with utmost caution to avoid making any noise. Finally, he stopped in a small clearing where another man was waiting. They exchanged a few glances before beginning to speak in hushed tones. We edged closer, careful to remain hidden behind the thick underbrush.
"Are you sure it's safe to meet here?" the first man asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
