He knew he needed a different approach. He looked at the baby deer again, studying its matted fur and thin body. The fawn looked frail and weak, shivering uncontrollably in the brutal cold without An idea flickered in his mind—maybe he could lure the fawn with food.
Allan hurried towards the kitchen, heading straight for the freezer. He grabbed a bag of carrots, hoping the food might coax the baby deer away. He moved swiftly to the kitchen, his resolve hardening with each step.