The little creature stirred—barely—and pressed into the warmth of the pig’s flank. Raymond knelt there for a long moment, snow dripping from his coat, breath coming in clouds. They had made it this far. Now it was up to him to make sure they made it the rest of the way.
The storm was relentless now, swirling like a living thing, clawing at Raymond’s coat as he stumbled back toward the shed. Inside, the pig lay still, its massive body curled around the tiny, trembling creature.