She was so close now that she could see the calf’s wide, panicked eyes, its small body huddled against the stake in the ground. The sight only hardened her resolve, fueling her determination to get both of them out of this place.
She reached down, fingers brushing the damp earth as she moved closer to the calf. The poor creature’s breathing was fast, its small trunk quivering as it sensed her approach. She knew she needed to work quickly. Any second now, the men could notice her, realize she was missing from the group, or worse, spot her crouched beside the helpless calf.