The little boy skipped through the forest as surefooted as someone who has been on the trail a thousand times blindfolded. I had to run to keep up with him.
He was leading me to the waters, so I paused for breath and drained the remaining drops of water from my canteen, but not without a second thought.
"Hurry up," he whooped from somewhere far ahead of me.
I stumbled after him, praying once again (to any God that cared to listen) I wasn't being misled.