By daily 
A group of kind-hearted hikers, having noticed the faint sound of distress, had ventured towards the source. They found Nax, his body weak but his eyes filled with a fierce, unyielding spirit. With gentle hands, they opened the door wider, and Nax stumbled out, his tail wagging with a mix of relief and gratitude.
The hikers offered him water and comfort, their voices soothing as they reassured him. They had saved him from the clutches of solitude, their presence a beacon of hope in his darkest hours. Max’s courage and desperation had not gone unanswered; he had been found just in time.
As he lay in the grass, finally free, Max’s eyes closed in exhaustion, but his heart was full of a newfound hope. He had survived the long, heart-wrenching hours of solitude, and his story would be one of resilience and the kindness of strangers who answered his cries.