For a moment, the three of them stood there in the clearing, the tension of the chase slowly fading away. The wind stirred the leaves around them, carrying with it the soft sounds of the night. George’s heart began to steady as he realized what had just happened.
Thunder hadn’t been running away from him. He had been leading George somewhere. And the dog had been guiding them both. But where? And why? George frowned, straightening up as he looked around the clearing.