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

Hiram returned his daughter's expression of interest with a broad smile. Her childlike sense of curiosity filled the Cardinal's heart with joy. It overflowed. "That right there," he began to explain as he inched forward toward his daughter and her prize, "is an antler from a moose." He was unsure if she had ever seen one -- or heard of one as of yet, seeing as he had been absent during most of her childhood. Oh, how he cursed himself for that. He would give his very soul for the time he had lost.

He lowered his face to his daughters level and his voice dropped into a hushed whisper. "They're really big creatures with wide, boney horn things on each side of their head." He motioned downward, placing a paw beside his daughters on the antler. "That's only one of 'em -- so you can imagine their size." Hiram shrugged.

"Now, they're mighty rewarding if you can hunt and bring one down... but it's a whole pack affair," he continued after a beat. "See, these antlers make it a dangerous game." His statement lingered for a bit and he hoped it would serve a cautionary purpose -- that she would never try and piss a moose off on her own. "But, now that the antler is detached from the moose's body, all it's good for is decoration. What do you think about taking this back to the grotto so we can decorate where you sleep?" Hiram filled the cave with bits, bobs, and trinkets, but this would be (by far) the largest thing he considered bringing back to the cave.