Nicoli whistled for Tyson to come back. The snowstorm was moving in, making it hard to see. He needed to get back to the cabin, but he couldn't until the stupid dog came with him.

"Tyson!" he called again, his voice gruff. The dog barked from somewhere higher up the side of the mountain. He followed the sound, stopping short when he saw the dog bouncing around near a tree. There was a girl huddled under the tree, unconscious. She wasn't dressed for the blizzard, only wearing a thin shirt.