Through the window, the storm raged on, thick flakes tumbling from the sky in a relentless blur. Outside, the rabbit still lay where he’d left it, half-buried in the snow, breaths coming slower now. If he did nothing, it would be dead by morning.
Allan rifled through his phone’s contacts and found the number for Dr. Edwards, a semi-retired veterinarian who occasionally treated wildlife cases. Despite the late hour, he dialed in hope. The wind howled outside, rattling windows, while his heart hammered with a unique blend of fear.