The moose ambled along a few steps, then halted and turned its head to look back at her. It seemed almost deliberate, as if the moose was inviting her to follow. With each pause, it waited patiently, its gaze steady and expectant, as if it had some unspoken purpose or path in mind that it hoped she would share.
The rhythm of its movements—stepping forward, then pausing to glance back—felt like a quiet invitation. Each time the moose stopped, its gaze seemed to reach out, weaving an unspoken thread of connection between them, drawing Avery closer with every subtle pause.