As the figure drew closer, George’s skepticism turned to hope. Cautiously, he crept closer to the figure, branches crunching under his feet, afraid that any sudden movement might make her vanish as quickly as she had appeared.
“Luna,” he called out gingerly. Creeping closer to the dark figure, he saw the familiar perking up of the ears. This was surely Luna. No other dog would have responded to that call. But as he got closer to her, he was shocked once again.