The situation called for immediate action.
Gianna trotted near the ridgeline, her tail erect, her dark coat soaking up the mid-morning rays of the early spring day. Her nose was working feverishly to take in all the smells of the thin breeze as it slipped over the rounded top of the mountain. She loved to stay on high ground. From here, she could survey the brush and rock outcroppings below, and watch for the smallest movement, hoping to flush out small game to chase and pounce on. She was...