Despite every fact he knew about moose aggression, despite every cautionary tale he’d ever heard, Wade couldn’t bring himself to abandon this creature. Something about the animal’s eyes, about the breathless hope in that moment of contact, made him push aside fear and lean into compassion.
Shakily, Wade fished out his phone. Typing with trembling fingers, he sent a brief text to a colleague: “In forest. Found wounded moose. If I don’t reply soon, send help.” He doubted the message would even transmit, but it was all he could do. Then he turned to Milo.