Larksong Grotto who is your savior, and who is he saving you from?

"come on, papa!" indra yipped, slowing her trot uphill to glance downwards, where the dark figure of her father pulled along the slope. she looked to him, and then back up to the ridge -- with a steeled breath she continued the ascent upwards.

she reached the flattened bluff first, her breath wild and eyes bright with cheer. @Hiram was only a little bit behind her but she had already sprung in the direction of the shed moose antler she had found. she trotted towards it and seized it proudly, brandishing the jagged antler like it was a sword. with great effort (for the moose antler was almost as heavy as she), indra triumphantly dragged/pranced over to reek to show him her prize. her head was canted so far back to bear the burden that she looked absurd, and as if choreographed she tripped and fell on her face with a whump. grinning as the dust flew about her, indra placed her head on the antler and said: "look!"