Martin glanced around, realizing he was now lost. It was nighttime, and he couldn't even tell which way was north or south. In this situation, he was fuming with rage at that tiger. But he quickly calmed down, feeling a wave of relief mixed with lingering unease. He had been relentlessly chasing a tiger, and if it had turned on him, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Next time, I can't be so impulsive," Martin mentally chided himself. He looked around again; the forest was eerily silent. He didn't sense any danger nearby, so he felt a bit more at ease, thinking there shouldn't be any wild beasts around. After resting for a moment, Martin prepared to retrace his steps.
Even though he was lost, he could still vaguely sense the direction. After all, the forest was full of dange
