There’s something stuck over there, in the snow.” Peter’s gaze shifted to the moose, and his jaw tightened. Despite his experience with animals, he didn’t trust this one—not entirely. “It’s still a wild animal, Julie. Just because it’s calm now doesn’t mean it can’t turn on us. Be careful.”
Julie nodded, but her focus was already on the shape ahead. Together, they approached cautiously, the combined beams of their flashlights revealing more of the tangled mass. It shifted again, the growls growing louder.