LorryBorne
Angel had always known that tunnels weren't just for digging. Some were for remembering.
It had been a season since the last adventure-a season of laundry spells, snack negotiations, and quiet moments where the wind carried whispers of someone dearly missed. But Angel's whiskers twitched with certainty: the tunnel was back. And this time, it wasn't just about treats.
It was about loyalty. About echoes. About finding something lost-not just in the earth, but in the heart.
With Sebastian clutching his emergency snack pouch and Boots adjusting his sprinkle satchel, the trio stood at the edge of the shimmer. The tunnel pulsed gently, like it were waiting for them to remember the way.
Angel stepped forward first, as always. Because some journeys begin with a pawprint-and a promise.