His body protested with every movement, reminding him of the years he’d spent working on the farm. The creature was fast, darting between the stalks of grass, and Thunder followed closely behind, moving with a speed and grace that George could only admire.
“I’m not letting you get away!” George growled, pushing himself harder despite his body’s protests. His legs burned with the effort, each stride sending a sharp pain through his joints. His boots slipped occasionally in the soft earth, threatening to send him tumbling, but he kept going.