It was the same as with the buck when I found Chad. He was not so far ahead as I imagined. I put the paste in his mouth on the end of a stick and watched his eyes ignite with the flavor.
I called his name over and again until he said:
"I'm here. I'm here."
He hung his head in shame. I told him of the larch cankers and he rushed off to find his wife.
Good for him. I only hope he finds her well or well enough to save.