A low snort cut through the storm, muffled but unmistakable. He blinked. Snort? He took a cautious step closer, heart quickening. The animal’s back rose slightly, revealing a rounded torso, coarse bristles wet and clumped from the snow.
A faint odor reached him—a musty, earthy scent beneath the sharp cold. Another snort followed, louder this time, accompanied by a sluggish turn of the head. Small, wide-set eyes. A flat snout crusted with ice. Raymond squinted harder. “A pig?” he muttered aloud, stunned.