He briefly considered throwing it to distract the baby deer, thinking it might stir some curiosity or playfulness. But the toy was brittle with age, and he feared the fawn might see it as a threat or just ignore it completely.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and steadied himself against the rising tide of panic. There had to be a way to do this. Allan stared out the window, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.