One of the men turned suddenly, and Caleb ducked. After a few seconds of silence, he dared to peek again. Clear. He crept forward, one careful step at a time, boots silent on the hard snow. When he finally reached the cage, the calf lifted its head weakly and let out a soft squeak.
“Shh,” Caleb whispered, kneeling beside it. He reached for the lock and tugged. Frozen. He pulled out the multitool from his coat and tried to pry at it, fingers numb from the cold. The lock gave a faint click. Then, the calf moved.