“Hey!” Rascal called.
Pudge tiptoed across the white blanket of snow. Her tracks were the only images etched into the pristine glimmer of white.
“Hey you, little cat,” he called from above.
Pudge ignored the masked bandit. She was on a mission to make amends. A lightbulb clicked in Pudge’s brain when Hannah picked her up and told her she had courage.