Luna was wet and tired, too weak to argue with Llewellyn or help him while he struggled to lift both her and Pretzel. She wanted to help. She could feel the strong protective arms around her, carrying her towards safety. Her head leaned forward and she rested against Llewellyn's shoulder as his steps rocked her into a light sleep.

In a blink, they were stepping into the warm interior of Llewellyn's home. Luna rose her head and tried to look around but everything was foggy. Her arms were stiff and her fingers trembled from the cold biting at her skin. She looked up at her savior and then down at the puppy that was still curled against her front. At some point, she had released Pretzel but the noble creature had remained curled against her, keeping her warm.

Her lips opened and then closed, as uncertainty gripped tightly within her tiny chest. This was a stranger's home. This man had helped her but was it safe here? Was she still running and hiding? All of her worries and fears fled the moment the thunder cracked in the sky. Anything was better than being alone or outside.

A weak whine managed to escape Luna's throat as she shakily reached for Llewellyn's hand, spelling out the words she knew as well as her fingers would let her. 'Cold. Sky noise scary. Scared. Dark. Alone.'