After riding at full speed for a while,
Javier and Buddy finally reached a small town.
It wasn't yet at the border borders;
still a good distance from the frontline.
But the town was lively.
Merchants were calling out their wares, blacksmiths hammering steel, villagers moving carts of goods through the dusty streets.
As they entered, Buddy slowed down a bit, causing only a few heads to turn.
A large Pekko wasn't an everyday sight outside of the big cities.
Javier led Buddy to a stop near the town square.
He slid down smoothly from the saddle, patting Buddy's side.
For some reason, he didn't quite understand why.
Even though he was rushing toward the battlefield, a feeling tugged at his mind.
You need to buy supplies.
Not just for yourself.
Something kept telling him that.
He should get flour, dried meat, salt, spices, basic food supplies.
He couldn't quite explain it.
Call it instinct.
Call it preparation.
But it was best to listen to that feeling.
