As much as his leg hurt, he felt almost like he was floating, warm and peaceful. He wished Freya and Thor were beside him, but he trusted the checkpoint crew to care for them and the others. Plenty of folks here knew them and loved dogs. The team would be okay. And, for now, so would he. 4
The storm raged for another twenty-four hours. Before it began to clear, Grey prowled the cabin like a caged animal. He kept a close eye on Norgard, worried that he seemed to be sleeping most of the time.
He grabbed the old vet who’d set Norgard’s leg. “Are you sure he’s okay?”