Roling, Rolling, Rolling

There was a loud crack! as the moose shoved his way through he foliage, moving smaller saplings out of his way with an ease most other animals couldn't hope to achieve. Ears flicked side to side, always keeping tabs on the sounds of the wildlife around him and he browsed lazily on the twigs and leaves of young trees, appearing rather carefree. He was finally free of the velvet that clung to his antlers, and was secretly rather enjoying the look of them now that they were squeaky clean and tinged brown from the frequent rubbing against trees.

Ripping a leafy branch from one of the smaller saplings - okay, more like the top half of the poor little tree, but he was hungry - the towering figure would wander through the trees until he came upon a clearer space. He emerged with the tree still in his mouth, munching quietly even as he noticed Akselle. A soft chuff was his way of greeting the small creature since he was hardly in a position to speak just now.