watches the fox as he disappears into the woods. Knows I could chase him down again, but also know I'd regret the outcome of that endeavor...
Lays here thinking, knowing the only good option is to return to my pack, without my satchel, my prized possessions.. and the majic they carry. I will be the disappointment of the pack, the trusted who lost the treasures granted by the ancestors.
I chose to go a different route, and retrace my path back to the point my satchel 'disappeared'. Maybe I missed something, the fox, though appearing guilty, may be a clue, or a pawn...
I Huff, and rise, not looking forward to the trip back to civilization... I begin the journey...