The Adventure to find the Pink Panther

Previously

…“We’ll need to make camp soon,” Seraphina said, looking at the sky. The sun was dropping toward the treetops. “There’s an old shelter half a mile from here. Hunters use it. We can stay there tonight.” Leo nodded. He was tired, and his legs ached, but a quiet excitement hummed in his chest. He had crossed the river. The mountains were closer now, their blue shapes rising on the horizon. And he had learned something important: the Pink Panther might hold a power—a power worth finding, and worth protecting. As they walked toward the shelter, Leo pressed his hand against the map pouch. I’m coming, Dad, he thought. I’m coming.