Making my way through the forest back to where Ormr was hard at work, I started to go through my soggy bag of things. Once I came across my sketchbook my heart leaped. It was soaked, the pages all running together into one soggy mess of things. A silent “no” left my lips as I quickly tried to think about how to save my drawings. Finding a sunny spot close to camp, I laid out the book open to the one drawing I cared most about. The page was a blurry mess of my father's complexion, but I had to save it. Once back at school, I would recreate it, but for now, this would do.
I tucked the small section of rope under my arm as I headed out to find any scent or trails of rabbits. Anything at this point would be better than not eating. I wanted to feel like I could help in any way possible.
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