What surprised him most was how quickly Luna transformed the atmosphere of his home. Her curious nose poked into every corner, her scruffy paws tap-tapping on the floor as she followed him around. Whenever he paused to write or prepare for his trip, she nestled closer, craving his presence.
Leaving her behind during the wetlands expedition became an impossible thought. Each time Marcus imagined her alone in a cramped kennel or with a stranger, a pang of guilt coursed through him. He could already see Luna’s wide, worried eyes, and no rational argument could push that image away.