Following instinct
Sitting there forever wasn’t an option, but bolting would mean disaster. So Andrew took a deep breath and trusted his gut. Slowly, painfully slowly, he lifted one hand from his thigh and extended it toward the massive animal’s snout. He turned his palm outward in a gesture of calm. “Easy…” he whispered. The reindeer flinched at the motion, its eyes flicking to his hand. But it didn’t retreat. It was still watching.
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