Jacob focused on his camera, capturing every detail of the wrecked campsite. The broken tent, the scattered fire pit—it was all evidence. He had come here for this, for proof. But then, behind him, a deep, ragged huff made his breath hitch. He turned sharply, heart hammering. The moose was trying to stand.
He watched, transfixed, as the enormous creature struggled, its massive frame trembling with effort. Every muscle in its body quivered under the strain. It let out a low, pained grunt, its breath heavy and uneven. After several agonizing moments, it finally rose, swaying slightly but standing tall. Jacob’s pulse pounded in his ears. Why was it pushing itself so hard?