The two of them tacitly understood each other and finished dinner in a rare romantic atmosphere; the two men who were not good with words just silently caused a qualitative change in this relationship, binding them more tightly.
Rowan stood up, dusting his hands: "I'm going for a short walk." He intended to find that bird to digest the food and ask questions.
At this time, Julian appeared elusively before his eyes from the bushes, his feathers having a few dry leaves stuck to them, anxiously looking around to see if anyone was following him.
"Where did you go to play? You look like a thief." Not seeing his figure the whole day, Rowan couldn't help but ask.
"Went out to clear my head. It's too noisy in here." Julian truly didn't want to stay in the tribe to watch the scene of celebrating on the pain of his own kind; he himself didn't know where to fly, wandering aimlessly, almost flying into the dangerous Lost Forest again.
