George inched forward, leaves crunching under his boots. Luna tracked George’s every movement, her stance unwavering. The strange noise grew louder, now interspersed with faint, high-pitched bleats. George’s brows furrowed in confusion. Could it be…a baby? But that would be impossible, Luna had been neutered after all.
With a pounding heart, George crept close enough to Luna to peer over her back. There, nestled against her protectively, George caught a glimpse of what his dog had been guarding all this time. It was an animal of some sort, but George couldn’t make out what it was. Something about it made him shiver, it was definitely not a dog.