The next day.
Morning.
Road to Armand Northern Border.
Buddy walked at a relaxed, steady pace, his massive orange form moving with a calm, regal stride. His head was held high, occasionally letting out a soft, contented squawk as he enjoyed the morning breeze.
On his back, Gracelle sat in front, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she tried her best to keep her composure. Her heart raced wildly in her chest. Javier's arm wrapped around her stomach, holding her securely, while his other hand held the rein loosely. His arm brushed against the side of her breast with every subtle movement of Buddy's stride, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body.
Javier rested his chin lightly on top of her head, a soft, content smile on his lips.
Behind them, several high-ranking Armand officers and Pekko rider units followed in formation, flanking them on both sides. Near Javier, Heres yawned, still looking slightly tired from the previous night, riding on top of his own pekko.
