The first few days were a battle against death. The pup refused food at first, too weak to chew. Daniel mashed up protein bars and mixed it in milk, letting it lick the mixture from his palms. Slowly, life returned to the pup’s eyes.
By the time they reached the third day, the pup could stand. It limped after him, never straying too far. He hadn’t planned to name it, but when the moonlight hit its dark fur just right, the name slipped from Daniel’s lips – Shadow.