“I thought I lost you,” George whispered, his voice cracking with relief. Thunder snorted again, his warm breath a comfort against the cold night air. George patted his side, then slowly straightened up, the adrenaline finally beginning to fade.
Thunder wasn’t alone. The small creature stood beside him, panting lightly as it looked back toward George. But it wasn’t running anymore, and was instead waiting for him. George’s breath caught in his throat as he approached cautiously. His muscles screamed in protest, but he didn’t care. He had to find out what this creature was.