Now he’s not, Willow ’s put him into hiding and that would be reason enough to get the two of them together even if I wasn’t in the whole ‘reach out and touch someone’ mood. He and Willow have the same annoying habit though – when I’m looking for them I can’t find ‘em. It’d help I guess if I wasn’t being so damn secretive about it – I should just come out and ask someone where he is, but no, I’ve got to be stubborn, got to do this one all on my own. Knowing I’m being pig-headed doesn’t really help.
I remember where we met in the woods, the night Willow came back, further out from camp than I’ve looked but still close enough to be more or less safe. I bite my bottom lip, it’s getting dark out here. Not the best of times to be heading out too far, but on the other hand, if he is out there then he needs someone to drag him back into camp. I look around, no one’s watching me, I check my belt to make sure my knife’s still there. Yup.
Taking a deep breath and knowing this is just one more in the long list of stupid things I’ve done lately, I push aside the branches and step into the shadows.