Allan’s hands trembled as he pulled a hammer from the cluttered shelf, the metal cold against his gloves. Breaking the fence seemed like the safest option—for both him and the fawn. He couldn’t risk handling the fawn too much; human scent might cause the mother to reject it, should she return.
His plan was simple: free the fawn’s leg without causing further harm and guide it toward a sheltered spot nearby. If the mother came back, it needed to be able to move freely to safety. With the hammer in hand and a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest, Allan braced himself for the delicate task ahead.