"A dog has joined you. You are not sure where it came from, only that it has started padding along gently beside you, keeping pace with your walk."
What does the dog look like?
What do you do with the dog?
When I started on my journey, I was nervous. I worried about Dameta and the time it took me to get to her. My nervous pacing was interrupted by a small rough-haired dog that trodded onto my path. The long hairs under his little nose seemed to form a mustache, which made the little guy look old and stern.
Unlike his mustache, the spring in his step and the look in his eyes seemed cheery. He looked at me expectantly, wandered around, before and behind me. He followed me the whole day. As I set up camp, he found a stick in the woods. We played fetch untill he fell asleep.
When I started my journey yesterday, my worries were eating at me. This little fellow took my mind off of things I can't get to Dameta any faster and I trust her. I trust she'll be alright. And I'm on my way.