Following barking and whining
Mr. Jenkins paused to listen, straining to hear any familiar sounds. Faint barking and whining pierced the forest’s silence, guiding him toward an old shed nestled among the trees.
He followed the noise through the underbrush, carefully maneuvering around the tangled foliage. The barks grew louder as he approached the shed, its weathered wooden walls standing out in the dark forest.