A quiet whine had Ghost’s footsteps in the snow halting. He waited for a beat. After a moment, he heard it again. A high-pitched wine.

“Oi! Wait a sec’,” Ghost called, his teammates stopping to turn to him.

“Where are ya’...” He muttered, scanning the area. He knelt by a fallen log with a grunt, frosted eyelashes squinting as he peered in. There you lay, freezing. Ghost sighed. Even he wasn't heartless enough to leave a puppy like this. He scooped you up and tucked you into his jacket.