Benji’s Bark

“Please, boy. I can’t lose you.”

Benji slumped on his side, his black fur matted with blood. Mara crouched over him, weeping.

Rustling came from behind her. Mara spun around. A dark figure lurked in the trees.

Benji’s eyes opened. Footsteps were approaching.

A low bark echoed through the woods.

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