“Watch your footing. The ice is tricky here.” I brace myself, planting each step with care, letting the studs on my boots bite into the frozen surface with a satisfying crunch. Rounding the snowcat, I spot Moose’s bulky form kneeling on an insulated mat as he inspects the treads. His down parka gives him the magnitude and presence of the animal he’s nicknamed for. He squints up at me from behind his balaclava, cheeks flus...