The blanket beneath them was damp, but it offered some insulation from the frozen floor. Raymond dropped to his knees beside them, catching his breath. The frail little creature nestled into the crook of the pig’s belly, its tiny limbs twitching, breath shaky but real.
Its fur was thin, too thin for this kind of weather, and its bones felt like twigs under Raymond’s fingers. This wasn’t something he could handle alone. Not out here. Not tonight. He pulled his phone from his coat and dialed. The line rang once.