Peter: Is this a joke? Julie frowned at the screen, glancing up at the moose as if it might answer for her. The animal shifted slightly, shaking its head in frustration, the plastic rustling noisily. The sight made her chest tighten.
Julie: Dead serious. I’m going to follow it. For a moment, she hesitated, her thumb hovering over the send button. The rational part of her screamed that following a wild animal into the snowy night was reckless, maybe even dangerous. But then she looked at the moose again.