[Munch's Master]

Hadda stared bewildered as Sly ran off, followed by his Slog.
"Oy! I thought you wanted medical treatment for your Slog!" Yelled Hadda, but realised it was no use. He sighed and followed the Slig, realising that the poor thing wouild probably end up dead without proper navigation. Fortunately, as a native he knew some of the nearby area, and followed slowly the track left behind, a broken twig, disturbed bushes, pant-prints in the soil, all signs of Sly and his Slog passing through. He was going slowly, but was confident of finding Sly if he kept to the route.