Exit Sandman

The rest of the forest was quiet. Not even the wind had the nerve to rustle the leaves. The ever-present bumble and buzz of the insects was just a dull, hardly perceptible, drone. For once it seemed, nature was conspiring with her, thought Lorelai as she slowly inched her way up from Amber, her snoozing calf. 

The mother moose had been progressively shifting her body weight away over the course of the last half hour in preparation for this moment. One hairs-breadth at a time she had eventually created enough space that she could rise without notice. The ground was covered in a thick layer of lichen - to the point where it was questionable that there was hard-packed ground under there at all. Regardless it made for an excellent bed and served equally well for a get away. 

As she arrived at her full height, she allowed  herself a quiet breath - mostly because she had been holding it for so long she felt she might pass out if she didn't. Lorelai silently raised high one leg and then another, using the soft ground to her advantage. When she had finally moved all four legs a full step towards her evening snack patch, she looked back to see Amber, head fully raised, staring at her expectantly.

Read the rest in the blog post: Wherein the Sandman's Motivations are Questioned