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Before Honi knew what was happening, rough hands pulled him to his feet. His leash was taken off, and he was made to walk. He was too exhausted to take much note of his surroundings. She won’t be coming back. It’s too late.
He didn’t know what to expect, but it couldn’t be good. To his surprise, he didn’t end up in another dank cell. His nose twitched as the sharp, fresh scent of grass hit it. When he stopped in bewilderment, a heavy slap reminded him that he was still a prisoner. His legs gave way again, but this time, the guard whispered to him, “Come on, human, you survived this long. Don’t give up now.”
Honi was so shocked by the encouragement that he staggered another distance before giving up. He collapsed in a panting heap, dimly aware of how soft the grass was under his empty
