She saw his body, sagged against a tree, nearly the same one that she rescued him from a few months ago. His head was leaning forward, and she could see that his hands and feet were bound. There was a small layer of white flakes on him. He hadn’t been here too long so he shouldn’t be near freezing, but the temperature could drop at any moment in these mountains.

Her snout raised; she sniffed the cold air. His scent was strong, but it mingled with others. She could smell the other ...