Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

She had no further questions and wished him well in his task to find more of his own. "Bye," he mirrored. She travelled down the deer trail, and he returned to his own path to resume his search. He sifted through the scents on the wind as he moved, and paused only to scrutinize the tracks laid in soft earth. He need not find many, nor any at all, for just as he had been created, he could create. He knew it would take time, but he had nothing but.