It took a moment for George to process what he was seeing. There, nestled beneath a low-hanging tree, were tiny bundles of fur—puppies. His breath caught in his throat. They were huddled together, whimpering softly, and as George stepped closer, he noticed that a couple of them were limping.
The dog stood protectively over the puppies, licking one of them gently. George crouched down, his heart swelling with empathy. The puppies were hurt and that’s when the realization hit him like a wave. This whole time, Thunder and the dog hadn’t just been running wild; they had been leading him here, to these puppies, to save them.