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

indra examined the antler carefully, reassured by her father's words that the moose would not be missing the bony crown. after a small lull in which she battled with her conscience and her father's reasoning the child piped up brightly: "okay!" after all, papa had said it was alright -- and papa knew more about the world than anybody.

she sat up, clasping one edge of the antler in her little jaws. she gave the thing a mighty tug and lifted part of it up from the soft earth, but try as she might she could not carry it completely. "unf." she grunted with effort, fixating her entire strength into shouldering the burden.