Even after learning the location of the wolf pack's den, his worries didn't lessen. In fact, they grew considerably.
Wolves have an extremely keen sense of smell. They would surely discover he had been there, and they would likely follow his scent all the way back to his shelter.
However, what shocked him was that the wolf he had shot with an arrow hadn't stayed behind in the den. Instead, it had left with the pack. It seemed its injury was even lighter than he had imagined.
'Is it really this hard to get my lost arrow back??'
He hurried to the riverbank. Instead of heading upstream, he began to survey the shore in the immediate vicinity.
'Clay is formed from silt and sand deposited by the river over time. There's usually more of it at bends or forks. The current is slow here, which also makes it a good place for fishing.'
