I heard a snort and turned behind me. A wild boar pawed the mud, its thick body far too big for my comfort. It glared at me through small eyes, and all thought of how to react to wild animals fled my panicked mind. "Tennielle!" I whimpered in a high-pitched squeak. I began to back away toward her.

"Stop moving, idiot!" she muttered. "And stop looking so afraid!"

I ignored her words, fear pulsing through me. The boar's feet moved suddenly, and I screeched, diving to the side and barely escaping injury. I tumbled into a pile of sticks, and they scratched at my skin, making dozens of tiny scrapes. "Ow ow ow," I moaned.

"Fia, come on!" Tennielle screamed. She had pulled herself into the lower branches of a tree. The boar was dragging itself out of the bushes and turning to face me again.

I leapt to my feet and sprinted toward her, skidding to a halt by the tree's trunk. It wasn't a good tree for climbing, but it would have to do. I jumped for the first branch, catch it and heaving myself up. Then I crouched there shakily, eyes frozen on the boar. It glared at me, then turned away through the trees.

"Why the hell was there a boar?" I asked finally.

"Did you not learn anything?" Tennielle exploded. "We talked about this for two weeks before we came here! We learned about the animals, the ecosystem! We learned how to react to them! Can you not pay attention enough to save your own life?"

Finally, I realized that this was my fault. "I- I'm sorry," I said honestly. "I should have payed more attention."

"Good," she said shortly. Then she hopped out of the tree and began walking at a brisk pace, her frown no smaller from my apopolgy.

I pushed myself out of the tree, and of course stumbled and twisted my ankle. I kept my pain quiet, however, following Tennielle as she stomped back to the camp, shoes splashing mud up her legs.

I made it back to camp with no further incidents, but when I got there Tennielle was nowhere to be seen. When I asked Akelka if she had seen her, her reply was succinct. "She stormed through here about five minutes ago and left immediately going that way."

I looked to where she was pointing: basically the opposite of the direction I had just come from. I groaned wearily. "She's mad at me for almost dying. I'll just let her be for a minute. Hopefully she'll show up by three o'clock." It was 2:13.

She showed up about two minutes later. "Hi, Fia," she said tiredly. "I'm sorry I got so mad. I just really care about you."

I smiled. "Thanks. And I promise I'll listen to safety warnings in the future."

"Just the safety warnings, huh?" She laughed. "Well, its a start at least."

"What do you want to do for the next 45 minutes?"

"We still have 45 minutes?" she remarked, surprised.

"Yep. I kind of want to write some of my book..."

"Alright," she said. "I'm gonna write mine." She smiled as I was caught off guard, then ran to the cabin before I could inquire when on earth she had started writing a book.