Daniel turned back toward the trail, forcing himself to push away his unease. His legs moved fast, crunching over fallen twigs and leaves. He had no idea what had happened here, but one thing was certain—the pup was in terrible condition and Daniel must get the help before it’s too late
Daniel quickened his pace, sweat dampening the back of his neck. The pup’s body was frighteningly still, its shallow breaths barely noticeable beneath the thick folds of his jacket. He didn’t dare stop. Every second counted. The dense trees finally thinned, revealing the gravel parking lot where his car sat waiting.