"Hah'Er, time to get up." Early in the morning, Shen Yibin was woken from his sleep by the chirping of birds. He crawled out of his sleeping bag, opened the tent, and stepped outside. After taking a few deep breaths of the crisp, fresh air, Shen Yibin felt completely re-energized.
"Ngh?" Hah'Er lazily poked its head out of the tent. Maphario stood on its shoulder, curiously sizing up their surroundings. Before long, it scurried up a nearby wild fruit tree, picked a few fruits, and tossed them down.
