He fumbled to get the worn, dented camera out of his bag, trying to move both carefully and quickly. He hadn’t been able to help but notice the flash of red against the white landscape, and had been quick to pick up on the cardinal’s presence. Now if only he could get a picture of it. He removed the lens cap carefully, wincing at the click, then raised the viewfinder to his eye, trying to zero in on the subject. He heard a soft crunch behind him and froze, putting a hand out. « Wait. Please. Don’t scare him off. » His voice was soft, hushed and cushioned by the cold blanket lying over the ground.











