The Reincarnated Heir Becomes A General

VICTORY

Now left on my own, I followed the path I had come through, walking barefoot. My instincts — most probably the one the woman spoke of — made me walk on tiptoe and crouch low in the grass, carefully watching for the animal. I also tried to look at the grass for anything it could have left behind. Dung. A footprint.

I came upon a bit of its dung and followed the footprints, hard as they were to track because of the grass. I soon found myself wishing for a hunting dog that could help me track the animal, and then went straight to wondering why I wished for a dog. I wasn't a big fan of dogs, finding them more aggressive than my preferred cats, and could only bear to tolerate them around me.

Without one, however, I continued to seek.

Hours passed without me finding it, and again, I relied on my instinct — which made me miss Maia's guiding voice for the first time since I found myself here — to think of hiding near the spring. Deer were not like my camel who could go without a drink for da