
Shall I turn to the left or the right? Should I turn back and head the way I came? Could I find I shortcut the opposite way? What if I run into a enemy? Should I ... Could I ... What if... Was all that ran through is mind. So many decisions to make, and yet he didn't seemed to care. For not one of them would he answer, not today. The wind was perfect and that was all that mattered. "Ah ... the wind," he thought to himself as he lifted his head to sniff the air above. Now to many it would seem childish, but normally in order to find what he was looking for he trusted the wind's direction.
The bird's trusted the wind in a sense so he figured why shouldn't he? Despite all the bad luck he had with it, he seemed to only remember the good times. Then all of the sudden out of no where he spotted a bird in the sky above; he was flying on the wind! "Well looks like I found my guide," he whispered under his breath with a grin. Just as he began to run below the bird. Unsure where on earth he was heading too ...