Following instinct
Sitting still forever wasn’t an option, and running was a death sentence. So he took a breath and followed instinct. Slowly, ever so slowly, Andrew lifted his right hand and extended it forward. He turned his palm toward the snout of the massive animal and whispered, “Easy…” The reindeer flinched at the movement, its eyes following Andrew’s fingers—but it didn’t back away.
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