Seconds stretched. The bobcat made a low sound, not quite a growl, but not friendly either. Then, as if making a decision, it turned away and took a few steps toward the trees, pausing, looking back at her. It wanted her to follow.
She hesitated. Every part of her knew this was crazy—wild animals didn’t ask for help. But something about the way it moved, the way it kept checking for her, made her believe it had a reason.