There didn’t seem to be anything unusual here—just trees and grass, the same as any other part of the farm. But something tugged at his mind, a feeling he couldn’t shake. Thunder nickered softly, nudging George’s shoulder with his nose.
The dog barked, as if urging him to follow them once more. George’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he couldn’t deny the strange sense of purpose in the air. “Alright,” he muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Lead the way.” And with that, the chase began again—not one of fear or desperation, but of curiosity and wonder.