Jacob swallowed hard, his throat tightening. He maneuvered the drone, inching it closer to get a better look. The moose’s leg had a deep gash, fresh and jagged. It had been caught in something—maybe a snare. His stomach twisted at the sight.
His first instinct was to document everything. He adjusted the drone’s camera, ensuring he got the clearest shot possible. He needed to show the rangers undeniable proof. This was it—this would make them believe him. But as the drone hovered closer, the moose stirred, its eyes snapping open.