The bitter cold and relentless strain had taken their toll. Allan’s heart ached as he realized the baby deer’s condition was dire. Panic threatened to overtake Allan as he stroked the fawn’s matted coat.
He couldn’t bear the thought of losing the fawn now, not after everything he had done to rescue it. Allan carefully put a blanket over the fawn and lifted the creature, cradling its frail form in his arms, and carried it inside, hoping the warmth of his home would be enough to save it.