Gemotions

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Leo, his brow furrowed, gestured toward the overgrown trail. “I led us through that, right? That’s what I remember.” He scuffed his boot against a root. "We were practically lost."

Across from him, Sam shook his head. "No, man. I found the damn trail. You were busy staring at that bird, remember? The one you spent an hour trying to identify?"

A surge of irritation coursed through Leo. “I was checking for landmarks! We were running low on water! I made a mental note of everything. I was trying to *help*." He clenched his jaw.

Sam chuckled, a low rumble. "Helping? You were taking us on a merry chase. You said, 'I've seen this route a million times'. It’s a good thing I was paying attention."