"How do I appear to you?" More curls of smoke were filling the air above him. Had he turned into some kind of censer?

And why did that moose appear so agitated? Some unseen insects biting at it? But surely the bucking would have tossed them off. And was that blood? This made little sense.

But the moose spotted them and decided to take out its aggression on them. It lowered its head as if to charge towards Rosalia.