A comparison confirmed that the fallen feather was indeed the white fletching from an arrow's tail.
He stood up, closed his eyes, and recalled the route he had taken, crossing the river twice after leaving the shelter.
He picked up a branch and quickly sketched a simple map on the dirt. The branch moved from the shelter to the spot where he had run into Andre after crossing the river, then to the potato field, the "brown bear buffet," and finally to his current location.
Using these points as a reference, he sketched the course of the Yukon River and the island within it, quickly confirming his current whereabouts.
Recalling the sound of the wolf pack howling that night, a thoughtful gleam flickered in his eyes.
'So that's it. The wolf pack's territory is in this direction.'
'That means there probably isn't a brown bear den between the shelter and the wolf pack. Otherwise, they wouldn't dare be so bold and active in the area.'
