"Alright." He assures himself as he heads out. "I know I'm headed south..." A few snapped branches and an X or two on a rock should help him keep his bearings. "Keep a marked trail, keep calm, I can make it to town before sundown." But he didn't. "Fuck." he cusses into the night.
By the time light comes up, he's only made it back to the cave he was so desperate to leave. "How the hell..." he scratches his head. Night falls again, but it seems more time has passed. Enough at least to build shelter that was NOT that cave. "Still trying to go?" The dragon-sized newt asks him. "I think I'm close." He swears. "I never could find a way back down." It tells him gently, trying to dissuade. "I circled around the western size and saw a wagon trail that might lead out." "Yes." It confirms. He takes a moment to think. "When I wake up, there are hares cooked and skinned. I hear wolves, and bears, but never see any. Is that you?" he asks it. "Yes, it is." It confirms.
"Thank you. Whatever you are, thank yo for saving my life but... I have to go home. My ma, she doesn't make a lot." He explains, fixing the pine branches to the hut he is crafting for himself in the meanwhile. The salamander puts a paw over the structure and a soft spell goes over it. "Here... the rain won't touch you now. Stay warm and safe." And then it leaves him be. Light comes again, and he examines one of the trees he's marked. "I could have sworn I marked this on the other side... Ugh." He sits down.
"Been weeks." He twirls a feather in his fingers, only for the trail to catch his eye. "That's it! Just follow that! Yes!" He scrambles in a frenzy at the idea that he could finally see civilization. "I can make it! Thank god! Thank god! I'll come back with the other miners and dig this mountain hollow. Live like a king-- Huh--" He realizes the woods seemed thicker than ever. "The trail's gone?!"
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