Pudlius ir mama ir Deividas ir miškų tinide

Previously

…He pointed out things I might have missed – a strangely shaped stone half-buried in the moss, a peculiar pattern of tangled vines, a faint scent on the breeze that Mama recognized as coming from a rare flowering bush. His eyes, so like polished pebbles, seemed to see everything. The forest, which had felt vast and a little intimidating just moments before, now seemed a little less daunting, a little more welcoming, with Deividas by our side. The shiny object in my paw pulsed with its gentle light, and for the first time, the path ahead didn't feel quite so lonely. It felt like the beginning of something new, something wonderful.