Golden Glade saw the deer before it saw me,

Tapat was glad that he was doing a good job. His tail thumped against the ground and smiled at the other. Silas. Silas. He repeated the name and sniffed the air for his scent. Yes. Yes he would remember. He had to remember. He slowly nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "Thank you for teaching me," he hummed. "Hopefully you will find your friend," he wished.

Tapat's tail was still wagging. He had the feeling he made a new friend. And now he was back at the den, with a new lesson that might stick, he was quite pleased with himself. He had done it. He found his way back home. He wasn't stupid after all.

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