Catching a glimpse
Her lungs burned as she ran, the early morning calm broken by the slap of her footsteps against the wet shoreline. Bruno had vanished around a bend ahead, leaving only paw prints and disturbed sand. Panic drove her faster. Finally, after several exhausting minutes, she spotted him again. His fur was damp and messy, but he wasn’t roaming. Instead, he was crouched down, digging furiously, his paws tearing into the sand with obsessive determination she’d never seen before.
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