Relief washed over Jeremy, his shoulders sagging as the tension released. He told the vet about how the dog had protected the owlets, the brave act that had driven him to risk so much. The vet nodded, and checked on the owlets, who seemed to be recovering well from their ordeal.
As Jeremy looked out the window, he noticed the storm had finally abated. The snow had stopped falling, leaving a quiet, still blanket over the world outside. The streets glistened under the streetlights, the chaos of the storm replaced by a serene calm.