Nyx’s Heightened Awareness
Nyx began spending long periods at the window, ears perked and body still, watching the outside world with intense focus. Any noise—a bird, a branch snapping—made him rise instantly. His calm demeanor was giving way to something more primal, more watchful. “He’s waiting for something,” Emma said, peering through the glass.
On walks, his eyes scanned the area constantly, and his movements were sharper, more deliberate. Mr. Johnson remarked, “He’s like a soldier on patrol.” Whatever instincts were driving Nyx, they made the family increasingly uneasy. They needed answers—fast.
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