Dale looked at his watch. She’d only been gone for ten minutes, but that seemed like forever. Aside from the white noise of the rainfall, he heard nothing from the woods. Was she lost? Maybe it just took her a while to take off her suit—if she was wearing one at all. When she’d fallen on him, her fur had felt like—well, it felt like fur. Or hair, or a pelt, or whatever horse fur was called. The skin—if it was skin—underneath had been warm, close to his own body temperature. More importantly, it hadn’t shifted around like clothes would. It felt attached; it felt like it was part of her.