Avery felt a mix of disgust and resolve. Clutching the diary, she knew she had to act to stop this heinous act. Avery flipped through the diary with urgency, her eyes darting over maps and scribbles for any hint of where the traps were or the moose’s last known spot.
She finally understood the moose’s strange actions, all along it had been guiding her down an unknown path that could change everything. She soon realized the moose wasn’t just lost—it was a creature protecting its own. This made Avery rethink wasting any more time.