Peter joined her, the dog—clean, fed, and wrapped in a warm blanket—at his side. It leaned against Julie’s leg, its tail wagging slowly. “You did good out there,” Peter said, his tone lighter now.
Julie smiled, her gaze still on the trees. “It wasn’t just me. That moose—it knew what it was doing. It led us to this little guy.” Peter nodded, but his face carried a hint of disbelief. “I’ve seen a lot in my work, but this… this is something else.”