He crouched at the edge of the slope, watching. The dog’s claws were worn to nubs. Any normal animal would have given up long ago, yet this one seemed caught in a trance. Ethan’s first thought was simple: hunger. It had to be starving.
He ducked into a small shop, bought a packet of biscuits, and returned. The dog stiffened when he approached but didn’t run. Ethan broke off a piece and tossed it across the dirt. The animal sniffed once, then wolfed it down with frantic speed.