He trailed off, the statement a little too close to home. “Trying to find food to get through the winter…” “Must be hard, though.” Rowan put the soaked boots on the mat by the door and hung Snowden’s fleece-lined jacket on its hook. Poor bear.”Ī snort indicated that Snowden’s sympathies weren’t with the bear. Guess the weather’s been bad west of here. Snowden shrugged, a gesture that clearly meant, Fine, don’t believe me. But we haven’t had bears around here in forever.” “You’re sure it wasn’t just a big dog?” Snow lifted dark eyes to glare at him. Rowan understood his twin better than anyone else could, though, and he remained patient. Trying to get information out of Snow was hard most times, but when he was upset, it bordered on impossible.
He brought his brother a chair and made him sit so he could help him off with his snow-caked boots. Snowden nodded as he slid the deadbolt home. He only glimpsed eddies of snowflakes whipping around the yard before Snowden set his shoulder to the door and shoved it shut. “Snow?” Rowan went to him, trying to peer around him into the dark. Snowden stood there panting, as if he had raced for the house. Bad enough a storm was moving in, but his brother had gone out into the wind to secure the back gate. A hard gust threw dry leaves against the kitchen window, their pale, tattered lobes scratching questing fingers against the glass.
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