After finding a log on the beaches shore Cole begins to once again think of escape. Will the constant litany be enough to resist this temptation?
After hours of thinking Cole decides that it's best to leave well enough alone and make sure that his makeshift escape wont ever sail.
Everyday Cole continued his routine doing the same consistent things over and over again, Go to the pond, roll the Ancestor Rock. it became a tradition.
With the towering log invading Cole's mind with every second of the day, Cole realizes that this log could be used as a potential totem. But what should he carve on it?
As the days and weeks went on, Cole had carved numerous animals into his totem, along the way making new discoveries about himself he never knew about and with the pond being less of a priority and anger flooding to him Cole knew it was time to dance the dance of anger.
After Cole finished his dance he knew exactly what should go into the last space on his totem... Anger.