“Are you sure this is the right place, Leo?” Blain barked.
“I could have sworn it was,” Leo replied, flapping his wings and flying up to a high branch.
“What’s wrong with you?” the old man from the apparent lost pet sanctuary hollered. “Either come or scram!”
“You deaf?” the old man’s wife yelled at Blain, Gus, and Leo.
“This doesn’t seem right,” Gus said, slithering into the bushes.
“They said to either come to them or scram,” Blain barked, baring his teeth at the old couple. “I say we get out of here fast.”
“I’m with Blain on this one,” Gus called from the brush.
Blain turned and ran as fast as he could, hoping Gus and Leo were right behind him.
Then a loud pop echoed through the woods.
Blain skidded to a stop.
A flock of birds burst from the trees.
Gus and Leo were nowhere to be seen.
Blain didn’t have time to think about what had happened. He bolted deeper into the forest, not stopping until the scent of danger had finally disappeared.