Ivy brought the truck to a stop, her attention drawn to the gold-furred dog. It trembled as it hid in the bushes.

"Eira, go get the dog," Ivy instructed after making sure the area was safe.

Eira got down and approached the dog. Sensing human presence, the dog was both scared and eager for contact. She crouched before the dog and extended her hand. "You must be so scared. It's okay, I'm not a bad person. You're not safe here, so you need to come with me.”

Seeming to understand Eira, the dog came out from the bushes. Eira gently patted its head and lifted up the large dog, who responded by licking her face in gratitude, expressing its loyalty.

Eira chuckled and cradled the dog as she climbed back into the truck. After that, Ivy resumed driving.

"So what's the plan, Adrian? We should reach Novemton tomorrow if it all goes well, but I think we're running low on food," Ivy asked.

"There are two rest stops about twenty kilometers ahead. They're far away from civilization, so there shou