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

indra's bat-like ears strained forward as she listened. moose? it seemed like a made up word -- as her father continued she mouthed the word silently, over and over. moose. moose. "moose!" she parroted with a wide grin.

she couldn't imagine how big the moose was -- in truth, how could she possibly? as her father lowered towards her she leaned forwards and licked his muzzle with giggles, her tail thumping. she had no quantitive idea of the immensity of moose, and their imagine size was forgotten as reek mentioned bringing the antler home.

indra frowned, confused. "but that'd be wrong, papa." she said, her expression clouded with doubt. "doesnt the moose miss his antlers? shouldn't we give it back to him?"