Bramblepoint Once there was a way to get back home

His path and the hunt took him the better part of a hunt to complete, and he wound up finally chasing down a beautiful male pheasant on the Western edge of the bramble. The pheasant’s feathers were lovely and soft- and reminded him of the craft of making pelts that he’d experienced while living with Kukutux. 

He would have to pay her a visit soon- but when he did, he would bring her something fresh and soft as a gift, and an apology for having been so distant. 

He made his way back to the Caldera and by chance, came upon Fennec’s garden again. This time, her scent was strong- he’d only just missed her. He knew better than to chase after her now- but he noticed, with a smile, that the feather was gone. Not pulled out and discarded, but gone. Had she taken it with her? It possibly could have just blown off, but still. 

From the beautiful pheasant he plucked three of its longest, shiniest tail feathers. Each he stuck in the ground firmly, thinking that if Fennec had been by today, she might not visit again until days later. Maybe the wind would take them, but maybe it was sheltered enough. 

His gifts left, he headed for home with the pheasant in his clutch.