"It's a good thing this little stream is here," Zion said with a faint sigh of relief. "We almost lost the main group earlier. The ground before this was as dry as stale bread; not a single track was left behind. We're lucky we followed right after them; there's still a faint trace of their scent lingering around."
"If we had stayed back any longer, the wind would've carried it away, and finding them again would've been nearly impossible."
He patted Addison's shoulder, silently signaling her to stand so they could continue their search.
After patting Addison's shoulder, Zion also reached out to help her up before asking gently, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. We can keep going," Addison replied, brushing the dirt from her clothes. Then she looked at him with a hint of concern. "What about you? You took worse injuries than I did. Are you really alright?"
