He paused, blinking against the snow in his eyes. Raymond’s pulse began to race, a cold line of sweat running down his spine. His first irrational thought was of bears. He lived in bear country, after all. Could a young one have become disoriented and collapsed in his yard?
But no, the shape wasn’t right. The coloring too pale. And besides, what kind of bear would be out in the open like this, in the middle of a storm? Still… the idea of getting closer made his body tense. He stood rooted to the spot, snow piling on his shoulders, staring at the strange form.