Fintan was such a fidgety fellow. Blaine stood still nervously, unsure if the deerling really would go back to the camp. It was nerve wracking really. Now that the threat of remaining alone in the forest loomed before him, he was terrified. When he'd been sitting with his book, things had been alright only because he knew that his friends wouldn't find anything. Now he knew they would, and were probably going to end up outside the forest. Reluctantly, the human nodded and turned on his heel to walk back towards the camp.

The light guided him. Bright as the lantern was, it was near impossible to miss. That didn't stop Blaine from stumbling from time to time, garnering a whole new collection of scratches and bruises.