Larksong Grotto as we cross the empty skies

It was likely that the only reason Lilia hadn’t been gored was due to the moose’s webbed antlers. The times had prodded her but not pierced her flesh- and in the great bone canopy that made up the majority of its crown, it raised her and flung her aside. 

She somersaulted, spotted the ground, and could do little to prepare for the impact aside from tuck her chin to her chest and her legs to her body so she might not break one. 

She landed with a thump, the sheer force of impact causing her to bark once, sharply. She fell quiet as she bounced and rolled, eventually coming to a stop. Once her world stopped spinning she opened an eye to see the moose turn its long face toward her.

Mulherin barked, and both the bull and Lilia turned to spot him. She knew moose would have poor eyesight, but even still- if it spotted Mulherin, he would be in danger. 

She pulled herself up as silently as she could, wincing at the pain in her shoulder and ribs. In the moose’s blind spot, she could just see Mulherin past the long, thick-knuckled legs and the tree he hid behind. Her gaze was steady and even, and she carefully mouthed the word 

”Stay.”