The call came again.
The ground was burning under Bambi’s feet. “Later! I’ll come back,” he implored.
“No,” said the elder sadly. “You would not come back. Not ever.”
The call came yet again.
“I’ve got to! I’ve got to ...” Bambi was beginning entirely to lose control of himself.
“Alright then,” the elder explained, still in command, “but the two of us will go there together.”
“Quickly!” Bambi declared and ran ahead.
“No ... go slowly!” the elder now commanded in a voice that left Bambi with no choice but to obey. “You stay behind me ... step by step ...”
The elder began to move forward. Bambi followed behind him, impatient and sighing.
“Listen,” said the elder without stopping, “however many times you hear that call do not move from my side. If it is Faline then we’ll find her soon enough. But it’s not Faline. Don’t let it tear you away from me. It all depends on whether you trust me or not.”