Yet something in the moose’s measured gait held a gravity that Wade found impossible to ignore. If he lost sight of it, he felt certain he would regret it forever. Time blurred in the thinning twilight.
They navigated rough ground scattered with fallen logs and slick moss, the moose occasionally pausing to steady itself. Wade’s nerves fizzed with each rustle of branches beyond his field of vision, each muffled snap of twigs underfoot.