Calm before the storm
The reindeer didn’t grunt or paw at the ground. It didn’t shake its head or lash out. Instead, it simply stood there, watching him, still as a statue. Andrew dared not move a muscle. His gaze flicked nervously toward the huge antlers, rough and jagged like weapons. One careless strike, and he’d be done. But the creature wasn’t aggressive—it seemed hesitant, uncertain, as though waiting for a signal Andrew didn’t know how to give.
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