To her amazement, the moose didn’t act aggressively. Instead, it jerked its head and waved his antlers around, almost as if beckoning her to follow his lead. Its gaze locked onto hers, as if it were trying to communicate something important and heartfelt.
The moose moved slowly and carefully, lowering itself onto the forest floor with surprising grace for its size. Inch by inch, it approached Avery, showing an unexpected gentleness. When it finally reached her, it gently touched the tips of his antler to the ground.