The pig—now cleaned and warmed—lay on a heated mat, eyes half-closed but still alert. She didn’t take her gaze off the smaller creature tucked into her side. Not even for a moment. The little hybrid had stopped shivering.
Her tiny chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, eyes closed, one paw twitching in sleep. “She’s going to make it,” Dr. Morris said. “So will the pig. She just needs rest. Hydration. Food. But that’s a bond you don’t break.” Raymond nodded slowly.