Logan had been camping out for the last few days, waiting for word from the centaur herd. They were still searching for signs of the elusive unicorn. Logan could only guess it was the light spirits that helped him escape, every time someone got close, a burst of blinding light erupted like a flash grenade, making it nearly impossible to track or target.
At first, he'd assumed the hunt would be simple. After all, weren't unicorns and centaurs both horse-like? But even the tribe knew little about the unicorn's habits. They had only vague stories—no solid trail to follow.
For now, his goal had shifted. He aimed to find the wild pegasi said to graze along the ridges of a nearby mountain. According to Inox, they liked to linger near the wind-swept fields close to the peak of the mountain.
Just as he was preparing to leave, a familiar presence blinked into existence beside him.
Silvia.
