Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Moon and Peter faced the silence of the ruins. "There's no one here," Moon said, frustrated.
Peter kicked a can, its metallic echo fading. But soon, Moon's eyes lit up. "Look, Peter! A kitten!"
Among the rubble, they found a small black cat with green eyes. Peter held him gently. "Let's call him Ash."
Moments later, from the shadows, a massive wolf appeared — gray fur, silver eyes. Peter approached calmly. "Welcome, Frost."
The wolf let out a low howl, as if accepting the name. Now, Moon and Peter were no longer alone. They walked forward with Ash and Frost — unexpected bonds forged in the chaos.