Larksong Grotto as we cross the empty skies

She held her breath as the moose lumbered forward. She gasped at the pain in her ribs, and the sound seemed to remind the towering creature that it had not completely obliterated the first wolf it'd launched. It turned toward her, and Lilia knew then to back up. She kept the moose in her sights, and allowed her tail to wave from side to side, so that it could see the movement. 

To the best of her knowledge, moose were fairly dumb. Easy to anger, and could bolt in an instant, but at the same time, they weren't predators. The moose continued to move toward her, eyes rolling back slightly as it wove its head from side to side, keeping her in view. 

She ambled sideways, an indication of disinterest as she tried to make it clear she would no longer pose a threat. Her tail was lowered, curled slightly, and she licked her lips. 

The moose, seeming satisfied, gave a huff, and stopped following her. It began to rove off. 

Lilia remained where she was, watching for some time before she finally breathed a sigh of relief that turned into a frustrated moan. It could have been a lot worse- but her ribs would certainly take some time to heal.