Blackfoot Forest There's an art in life's distractions

It took a bit of time to cross the tarn and find their first shelter-point among the foothills of the range. After a couple nights of rest and a day or so of Glaukos hunting for them both, the choice was made to move again. He knew the forest waited nearby and only hoped to avoid Mercedes and Djinn, if they remained there.

Djinn had been a pretty sorry sight, being as old as they were. Glaukos doubted he would've lasted long with only the girl to hunt for him; he didn't feel guilt for leaving them even with that thought locked in to his mind. Their arrangement had come to a close and Glaukos had wanted to go home.

And yet, here he was — crossing in to the darkwood with another person. He gave a cursory look around and tested the air a few times, snuffling among the leaf-litter and the snow, and found no sign of anyone. Well, that meant it was safe for them to hide out for a while.

When he returned to where he'd stashed @Javelina and her bad leg, he chuffed to her. What do you think?