A Deadly race

As every end of the year , here is another personal piece. this time , i wanted push further the storytelling side, practicing and reinforcing what i can observe in real life . Here is the story the centaur family wandered through the Forest. The mother, Alera, carried a basket filled with crimson berries and fragrant roots; the father, Targan, with his imposing presence, helped her gather them while young Lior trotted cheerfully between them, mimicking every gesture with excitement.Everything was peaceful the birdsong, the whispering wind through the fern until a sudden silence fell like a shadow.
From the bushes, yellow eyes began to ignite one by one.
Warg wolves trying to closed the cirle around them and In a heartbeat, the family shifted from calm to desperate race.
Agiles and focused Alera and Targan start to clear the path with their bows , the little Lior breathed steadily, recalling every lesson: keep your balance, do not panic, observe before acting.
With renewed determination, the family pressed forward together—fighting, evading, protecting one another.
The wargs, confused by the strength and coordination of the centaurs, began to scatter into the trees.
Breathless but unharmed, the three gathered in a small clearing. Alera embraced Lior, her heart still racing.

“You were brave, my little warden.”
“And you honored our teachings,” Targan added.