The raccoon darted with uncanny agility, weaving between mossy trunks and submerged roots. Marcus’s frantic cries for Luna went unanswered. His confusion overwhelmed him, thoughts spinning in circles. Was the raccoon hungry, or was something stranger at play? He pushed these questions aside, focusing solely on Luna’s rescue.
Fenwood’s winding trails seemed determined to defeat him, tangling into each other until every direction looked the same. Twice he stumbled, nearly pitching headfirst into standing water. Yet the raccoon remained just out of reach, its path eerily purposeful. Marcus pressed on, fueled by panicked devotion to Luna.