Neoma and Owel continued moving. Then, on their taxing escapade, her strength gave out. She collapsed to the ground, her leg unable to bear the pain any longer.
"Neoma!" Owel exclaimed, kneeling beside her. Before he could react, a shadow loomed over them. A man stepped between them, roughly peeling Owel away and shoving him away from Neoma.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Owel growled while he maintained on his feet.
He recognized the newcomer immediately. It was Sol, Neoma’s other dog with an obsessive nature towards her. Meanwhile, it took a minute for Neoma to realize who took her in his arms. Relief washed over her as his expression softened, and he knelt beside her.
"Neoma," Sol said, his voice filled with concern. "How have you been?"
Neoma managed a weak smile. "Sol
