A moose's year
Twelve months at the pace of a very large, very calm animal.
Note: quotes, lore, and anecdotes on this site are invented fan writing for the character — never real quotations or real people.
| Season | What moose is doing |
|---|---|
| Early spring | Sheds last year's antlers at the Shed Festival; carves one into a soup ladle of legendary size. New velvet nubs begin. |
| Late spring | Wades into the thawed lakes for the first water lilies. Hums. The loons harmonize; nobody planned this. |
| Summer | Peak foraging season. Leads dawn wading parties at Stillwater Lake. Naps in the shade at noon like it is a profession. |
| Late summer | Berry harvest. Fills the den's stores and half the neighbors' too. Antlers now full and magnificent. |
| Autumn | The rutting season passes him by unbothered — he spectates, applauds politely, goes back to his willow. Repairs the den roof with fresh moss. |
| Early winter | First snow: the long slow rounds begin. Checks every den door in the taiga. Leaves willow bundles. |
| Deep winter | Aurora-watching from the ridge. Tells the year's stories to whoever climbs up to listen. Soup consumption reaches heroic levels. |
| Late winter | Starts shedding the winter coat in dignified patches. Pretends not to notice the kits giggling. Shares the last of the dried lilies. |