Red Pepper Cookie scrambled up a trail in the mountain, jogging near the rocks. “Just a little further…!” He gritted, adjusting his bandana.

“Red! Left! Left!” Yapped Paprika Punching Bag, having a map in its rope.

“Why do I trust you with the map again?” Red Pepper Cookie muttered, swerving left to avoid a cactus. Paprika Punching Bag cried out triumphantly, then its rope got stuck in a rock.

“Ugh—!” Red Pepper Cookie lunged forward, catching the pet mid-tumble. “Stay focused! Even a wilderness expert can’t afford mistakes!” He straightened, eyebrows furrowing. “We’re halfway to the summit peak! Once we train there, I’ll be so closer to mastering Sun Infusion…”