“Have you seen Jack?” When the creature’s little arm automatically snapped up and point in a direction more toward the west than he’d been heading, Mason sighed in relief. The creature hunkered down in the tight curl of his other fingers, braced against the little bit of his palm exposed by the single outstretched finger. Mason loosened his hand into a makeshift funnel and pulled his hand close to his chest. He wasn’t about to lose his new friend to clumsiness.
The creature had pointed to was a path that seemed overrun with bramble and tree trunks in every direction, compared to the clearer forest floor the impression of boots was laid into. Maybe the creature wanted him to get there faster and this was it. Jack probably knew all the comfortable back ways into a place and that’s why it ha
