Dorothy remembered when she, Crow, and Tin had stumbled upon Lion for the first time in the woods. Winged beasts had been out, swarming the trees, attacking something with their sharp talons. Lion had been curled up on his side, filthy, disheveled, not even fighting back. Toto had stood brave and ran toward Lion, barking at everyone, scaring them away. Dorothy had grabbed the male’s hand and helped him up, and he’d smiled. For the rest of the journey, Lion held on to Toto and
