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Instead of following the path Sophie thought was right, Barnaby leaned into his harness and turned left, cutting through a thicket of pine. He moved with a slow, deliberate cadence, his thick coat acting as a warm barrier against the damp chill. Sophie gripped his fur, trusting the rhythmic thump-thump of his steady gait.

Barnaby felt the slight tremble in Sophie’s hand. He didn’t bark; he simply stopped. He turned his massive, blocky head, looked her in the eyes with that soulful, "I’ve-got-this" expression, and gently nudged her toward his flank. bernese mountain dog

As they began their descent toward the village, a sudden mountain mist rolled in—thick, grey, and disorienting. Sophie froze, the familiar path suddenly erased. The woods turned into a wall of shadows. Instead of following the path Sophie thought was