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Nora looked through the observation window. Cinder lay sedated in a dark enclosure, one bandaged paw stretched across the mat, body rising and falling under the careful rhythm of drugs and exhaustion.
“We can’t know that,” Nora said.
“I know.”
“What we can say is that he stayed near your shelter. He kept coyotes away. He reacted when he heard your voice.continue reading …
