As Xaloc walked under the shade of the night, an indescribable feeling soon crept into his heart and he suddenly missed Jamal…terribly.
They had walked in the forest following Xaloc for about Thirty minutes. The stars provided a dim light and Philip and Peter found themselves scratched by trees and bitten by insects too many times to count.
"Ouch!" After another scratch, Philip nudged Peter as they leapt across another tree.
Peter stopped and looked at his teammates who made some hand motions. Even though it was not official sign language, Peter still could translate it to, "Is this Young Lord mad, who hunts in the middle of the night? I can't even see what is in front of me."
