Blacktail Deer Plateau who is the lamb and who is the knife

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It had been almost ten days since he had last eaten. Ten days of wandering and routing through a land and territory he had never explored before. Perhaps Anselm would have better luck inland - and this is what spurred him onward, upward.

He crossed the meandering river without hesitating long upon its banks, and presumed that he would make it back to the forest (Horizon Ridge, though he knew not its name) by nightfall. The boy was easily confused as the dark settled in around him. One copse of trees looked just like the last, and a few times he had to stop and gather his wits in order to avoid backtracking too harshly. A forest was ahead of him - and he persumed, erroneously, that it was the area which he sought. The place where he had entered the wilds.

Anselm was back to his usual routine. His head was low, his nose actively snuffling along the forest floor, and he traced eccentric trails between the clustered roots and rocks. A few times he thought he could smell something of value - a vole nest, or the stink of a wandering fox, - but confirmation never arrived. When he did stop, it was brief and quite sudden; there was a scent, very dim and very musty with soil, that reminded him of rabbit.

So, without thinking, the boy began to dig.