The moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above cast an ethereal glow on the forest floor, illuminating the path ahead in a soft, silvery light.
The trees, towering above, seemed to stretch up to the sky, their branches tangled in a canopy of leaves that rustled softly in the gentle night breeze.
Malakai, Akira, and Amari, accompanied by their wolf-like companions, moved with caution, their paws padding softly on the forest floor.
As they journeyed deeper into the woods, the forest came alive with whispers. Leaves rustled, branches creaked, and the sound of unseen creatures scurrying through the underbrush filled the air.
Malakai's senses were on high alert, every sound and scent scrutinized for potential threats. His ears perked up, twitching at each snap of a twig or hoot of an owl.
