Feeling its grief
Andrew whispered softly, “Where are you taking me?” His voice was low, barely audible, yet loud enough for the reindeer to catch. He walked another fifty meters or so, his footsteps crunching on brittle leaves. Then, the animal suddenly stopped, its body stiffening. Andrew froze, watching closely. The reindeer tilted its head back and released a deep, mournful moan that carried through the forest air.
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