Rainy's Journal: The Moose

I've gone from trying to find my friends, to wandering in search of places that might signal that I'm close to home. 

I look around at the terrain around me. Apparently I'm in... Mt. Shiveer? I've never heard of this place. Oh great, now I know I'm completely lost...

I cant even ask for directions because everyone here is speaking eastern Jamaasian. I REALLY should have studied this language back home. 

I collapse to the snow, my stubby legs cant take anymore of this walking. Some seals look over at me, whisper, then they shrug and get back to whatever seals do.

I sensed a shadow over me and looked up. There stood a... moose?

Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I've heard moose live in cold places... so yeah.
The moose ran over to a bunch of bushes topped with ice, then beckoned me to follow. I did, then he moved the shrubs and snow away with his antlers, to reveal a bridge!

Yes! A way out! I followed the helpful moose across the bridge, a little closer to home.