He kept a steady pace, his eyes flicking between the horse and the dog. The dog, small but determined, stayed close to Thunder’s side, occasionally glancing back at George, as if checking to make sure he was following.
Suddenly, the dog quickened its pace, darting ahead into the underbrush. Thunder followed, trotting gracefully over the uneven terrain. George’s brow furrowed in concern, but he pressed on, weaving through the trees until he broke into a small clearing.