Redtail Rise Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque

Redd moved in between Masque and the cow, blocking her view. It might’ve calmed down another wolf, though it made her feel suddenly frantic. She craned her neck to peer around her sister, peeling herself off the forest floor at the same time. Her heart felt like it was lodged in her throat.

Partly obscured by the other Bearn’s frame, the female moose suddenly stopped fussing over her calf and raised her head, huge ears pricking as she stared in the pups’ direction. Masque felt horribly exposed despite the screen of foliage in between them, not to mention Redd. Her eyes remained riveted on the cow as one of those enormous ears flicked backward, as if she was contemplative.

For several beats, there was a tense stillness. Then the baby made a bawling noise and the mother shook her head rapidly, those great ears and even her lips flapping with an audible snort. She turned and nudged her offspring, guiding it to the wolves’ right, heading deeper into the woods.

I used this clip as visual aid. :)