Its only been a few days since I fell into the river and got swept away from my pack, but it feels like its been forever. I keep telling myself that I couldn't be that far away from them, but the thought of me never finding them again haunts me.
I've stayed really close to the river, but I've also wandered off a bit, never letting the river out of my site. It's the only thing I recognized, and what other option do I really have? I pace around the rivers edge everyday, and try to figure out which way I should go to get back to the packs.
One day, I think I wandered farther than usual. The prey that used to run along the rivers edge is gone, because I've hunted most of them, and I need to find more. I'm also so desperate to find my pack, that I guess I need to start looking for them, if I ever want to find them.
I wander more and more, and I don't feel any closer to my pack. I might as well be going the wrong way. I feel like there's no hope left. I don't know how far away the river took me, but part of me knows that I should be walking along the edge of the small canyon. The small canyon that had the river at the bottom, the river that swept me away.
And as I'm thinking about how to get back, I hear something.
A fox. Great. The one thing I need right now a fox.
*Mumbles* A wolf? Whats a wolf doing in my territory, or, better yet, whats a wolf doing anywhere near here. The closest wolves to here is that pack up near the edge of the canyon. Well, might as well show it the way out.