Before exiting and disappearing the container, I pulled out my phone and sat it on the closest shelf. Altogether that should mean no more digital paths to trace us where we are going. Just physical ones.
The gray blanket in my arms does have my scent on it - and some black furs stuck to it - but I also think it should not leave a good trail. If it does… well, I'll be looping out there as well.
I've also taken out what was labeled as an 'expectorant' from the old hunter's supplies… that was barely in the range of expiry. I'm not sure if it will be useful to help her cough silver up, but I take it along with a few other essentials.
So that I don't need to reveal the Stash again unless needed. Shouldering the emptier, but necessary backpack, I hurry to return to the rest stop. Almost, just almost, I would have hopped off the wall right over her head.
> Stupid wolf, why did she walk all the way over here? <
