Even with a poor sense of direction, making it back to my backpack was an easy task. The familiar smell, although faint, can still be followed. Which probably doesn't give me much of an advantage being far ahead if they can track me by the wind. I’ll eventually need to do something about that if I’m going to continue on the run.
My paws crunch the dry leaves underneath me as I reach the tree my backpack is against. I hold my tail low, almost between my legs, as I glance behind me at the man named Oliver.
Does he want me to shift?
Almost as if reading my mind, he speaks, ”Can you shift?”
I churr a soft noise as I nod my head and pat my backpack with my paw. Hopefully, he understands that everything I need is in this bag, and I can indeed shift back.
He gestures a ’go-ahead’ movement wi
