Nolan crept along the outer perimeter, making his way behind stacks of supply crates. He pressed his body flat, each breath shallow, when he heard muffled voices nearby. Occasionally, a pirate stomped past, boots crunching on the snow, forcing him to halt until the patrol faded into darkness.
A closer look revealed more details: half-frozen ropes, battered sleeping bags, and scattered cans. The poachers had set traps, each lined with wicked metal teeth glinting under the lantern glow. Nolan swallowed hard, careful not to disturb anything that might rattle or snap beneath his boots.