If they'd just acted normal a bit earlier instead of trying to scare the other side right off the bat, wouldn't all this trouble have been avoided?
Now both parties had mistaken the other for some deranged serial-killer gang and gone at each other hammer and tongs, making an enormous mess—
And look at the result: not only was the sleeping bag they'd only just finished weaving completely ruined, even the surrounding bushes had been trampled and crushed by their movements during the fight. At a glance, it was obvious—man-made… or rather, beast-made damage.
There was no helping it. The two of them could only memorize the direction back in their heads, then run along a parallel route for nearly a kilometer away from the scene before picking another large tree as a temporary "hotel," reweaving the sleeping bag and lying down again.
This time, at last, no one disturbed them.
