Carefully, Allan bundled the rabbit in a fresh towel, wrapping it securely against his chest. Its body felt alarmingly light, trembling with each shallow breath. The fireplace’s warmth clung to the towel, but outside awaited a savage cold. With a final glance, he opened the door.
The storm assaulted him the moment he stepped onto the porch. Snow whipped horizontally, slashing his face like icy needles. The wind howled through the darkness, shaking the brittle branches of the trees and sending loose snow swirling like ghostly figures across the yard.