Tension on the Line

The night air was cool. I observed the lamppost light glowing across the empty pavement. In my hands, I held two braided leashes leading down to the two dogs standing quietly at my sides. My right wrist shifted slightly on its joint. Sensing movement, I tightened my grip on the handle and gave a light, controlled pull. The black strap drew taut against the harness labeled ZEUS, confirming my balance and hold. The red fire hydrant remained steady beside us on the lawn. All points are stable.