Moose Elk

I sensed I was being watched by an animal. Human? Probably not; something baser. Perhaps a rabbit, a rodent or a bird of some sort. This is the Yukon, if it is something white, it will be difficult to spy. I stay silent, in one place, slowly moving my head, watching. Hoping it is not a polar bear; they have huge paws and teeth. I see the animal’s breath before he appears from a thicket. A moose elk, apparently unafraid. I take out my camera. Knowing there is probably one chance. I am right.