The dog moved with intense focus, weaving through collapsed walls and fallen beams. Every few seconds he paused, nose close to the ground, analyzing scents invisible to the humans around him.
“Anything?” one firefighter asked.
Daniel shook his head. “Not yet.”
They had already been searching for almost six hours. Most of the team was exhausted. But Rex kept moving. Suddenly the dog froze. His ears lifted sharply and his body stiffened as he sniffed the air again. Daniel immediately noticed the change.
“What is it, buddy?” he murmured.
Rex barked once. Not loudly—just enough. Then he began digging. The debris in that section was heavy and unstable, a pile of concrete slabs mixed with splintered wood and broken glass. Rex scratched at the rubble furiously, ignoring the dust that filled his nose and throat.
“Hold on!” Daniel shouted to the rescue team. “He’s got something!”
