“Oh, you poor things,” George whispered, reaching out carefully. The puppies didn’t shy away from him, though they were cautious, their tiny bodies trembling. The mother dog nudged one of them toward George, her eyes meeting his in a silent plea. She trusted him, just as Thunder had trusted her.
Thunder stood patiently as George crouched down, gently scooping the shivering puppies into his arms, one by one. The mother dog watched intently, her eyes filled with a quiet trust that warmed George’s heart. She stayed close to him as he cradled her pups, nudging them softly to reassure them.