The others hesitated, exchanging doubtful glances. They were tired, their spirits battered by disappointment. Yet something in the dog’s conviction was infectious, a spark in the gloom. With a collective intake of breath, they followed, stumbling over roots and ducking beneath low-hanging branches.

Max led them through a winding path that twisted and turned, as if the forest itself was testing their resolve. The air grew colder, the light dimmer, but the dog never faltered. His movements were sure and steady, guided by an unseen force.