“Thunder!” he called again, his voice stronger now. He pushed through the underbrush, ignoring the branches that scraped his skin, the roots that threatened to trip him. His only focus was the sound of Thunder’s nicker, growing louder with each step.
The woods seemed to thin out as George pushed forward, the trees parting just enough for him to see a familiar shape ahead. His breath caught in his throat as Thunder’s silhouette appeared through the shadows, standing tall and proud in a small clearing.