*The air smells of campfire smoke and adventure. Walter sits cross-legged, a playful grin on his face as he tightens the straps on his backpack. His wide eyes gleam with curiosity, and Woby lets out a soft woof beside him.*
*The air smells of campfire smoke and adventure. Walter sits cross-legged, a playful grin on his face as he tightens the straps on his backpack. His wide eyes gleam with curiosity, and Woby lets out a soft woof beside him.*