They left their horses to graze, tied to a tree at the perimeter of the forest, and proceeded on foot with their swords and bows. The bright afternoon sun was dimmed by the thick canopy, and the breeze that blew through the shade was cool on their faces. Bird chirps and small animal movements through the bushes accompanied the crunch and crackle of their footsteps as they moved deeper into the trees.
Yan Qiufeng suddenly held out his arm. Wang Jingyuan lurched to a stop beside him. He pointed at a gray ball of fur several meters out, beneath a tree.
"Is that a…rabbit?" She whispered as she squinted.
