Max seemed to float ahead of me on the blanket of snow, the lightness of his footfalls barely leaving a print behind him. My weight kept my feet sunk deep into the drifts.
‘Please let me make it in time, please let me make it in time,’ I pleaded under my breath, finding the strength to move forward. My promise to her kept me going.
I listened intently for danger lurking beneath this shroud of silent snow.
I carried a loaded rifle, the medicine in my backpack. I counted on Max to smell them before they saw us.