Chapter 3
A tiny twitch of the dog’s whippy tail rewarded him. It took a while, but at last she crept close enough to sniff his outstretched hand. No collar. Well, he hadn’t expected one, but she was clearly not a feral animal. She might even have known a bit of care and kindness at some point. She whined in protest when he picked her up to put her in one of the cages. Although she didn’t want to leave her pups, he didn’t want her to attack while he hunted out the den. The scars and wounds she bore proved she was capable of putting up a good fight in defense of her litter.
Again, the effort took some time. He’d made a circuit around the twenty outhouses twice when he heard the first faint whimpers. He narrowed down the location of the sound to a spot near the middle of the rows and betwe
