With a sudden lurch, their carriage came to a halt. On the rain-slicked road sat a solitary dog, its coat the color of burnished bronze, eyes luminous like twin lanterns of hope. It regarded the ambulance with calm authority—as though appointed by fate itself to hold their path. The driver sounded the horn, a clarion call in the tempest, but the creature did not budge. In decades of service, the medics had witnessed calamities countless as grains of sand, yet never had they encountered such silent sentinel.
With a sudden lurch, their carriage came to a halt. On the rain-slicked road sat a solitary dog, its coat the color of burnished bronze, eyes luminous like twin lanterns of hope. It regarded the ambulance with calm authority—as though appointed by fate itself to hold their path. The driver sounded the horn, a clarion call in the tempest, but the creature did not budge. In decades of service, the medics had witnessed calamities countless as grains of sand, yet never had they encountered such silent sentinel.
