"Cuquawked! Cuquawked!"
The sound of many Pekko squawking filled the forest clearing, echoing through the trees like a wild parade.
Javier had just finished his breakfast, casually sitting by the portable grill. Delya and Mimi were munching nearby, both still half-lazy from eating.
Buddy, sitting beside the campfire, suddenly perked up.
He jumped to his feet, flapped his wings excitedly, and dashed a few steps forward like a child spotting a playground.
His eyes gleamed as he caught sight of something beyond the trees.
Flap! Flap! Cuquawked!
Buddy bounced and hopped around, unable to contain himself.
"Hmm?" Javier stood up, brushing crumbs from his clothes.
He squinted toward the treeline.
Far beyond, the sound of countless Pekko birds drew closer—marching in a surprisingly organized way, their lively squawking blending into a noisy chorus.
"Who's that?" Javier muttered, narrowing his eyes.
"Nya?" Mimi looked up, ears twitching.
"Hmm?" Delya tilted her head, curious.
