Then, he retreated, heart pounding, to watch from the safety of his home. Peering through the window, Allan’s anxiety peaked as he observed the deer. It hadn’t moved, still hunched in the same spot. Doubt gnawed at him—had he failed again?
The minutes stretched, each one feeling like an eternity as the snow swirled more furiously around them. But then, a small movement caught Allan’s eye. The deer’s head lifted slightly, its nostrils flaring as it sniffed the air, the scent of the carrots finally reaching it.