Caleb waited until the men drifted deeper into the camp, distracted by their fire and whatever deal they were discussing. He kept low and moved along the back edge of a snowbank, circling wide to avoid the direct line of sight from the tents.
The cage was about fifteen meters away. He paused behind a stack of wooden crates, his breath shallow. The calf inside was lying still, shivering. Caleb scanned for a lock and spotted a padlock near the base. It looked old—maybe easy to break.