Where the Wild Dogs Roam

Previously

…“It is,” Luna agreed, her voice soft. She nudged Skye’s shoulder with her nose. “And we did it, Skye. Together.” Skye turned her head, her eyes meeting Luna’s. A silent understanding passed between them, a bond forged in shared dreams, perilous journeys, and the quiet miracle of a forest reborn. The adventure had brought them to this moment, to this vibrant, breathing world, and Luna knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that their journey was far from over. It was, in fact, just beginning. The forest was alive again, and with it, so were they. The wild dogs might roam, but now, so did hope, and the promise of a future where the magic of their world would never fade again.