"Sure." Logan doesn't sound like he believes her, but he doesn't do anything to stop her following along through the snow. If she wants to watch him raid some poor snowbird's summer cabin, that's her business. She might look like a kid, but she's not his responsibility, and Logan is damned if he's going to pick up another stray in this mess.

He pauses for a moment when he reaches the boundaries of the next property, dulled senses stretched to make use of the thin moonlight bouncing off the snow and the fog. His breath plumes in front of him as he stands in the snow. If she moves behind him, he'll put out a hand to indicate that she should stop.

"Bear," he says, in a low voice. His gaze is fixed on a corner of the cabin up ahead, under the overhang of the porch, where a shadowed and furry shape is digging through what little remains of the garbage cans. "Stay still."