"Are we lost?"
He could see it in my eyes; what I wanted was an honest answer, and fortunately he was willing to give me one. He nodded solemnly, and I knew the realization wasn’t easy for him to come to. “But I have an idea. Give me that loaf of bread you happen to have in your backpack.”
I skeptically handed it over. “What are you planning?”
"I’m going to leave a trail. So that if someone finds the trail they can follow it to where we are."
"Did you get that idea from that one fairy tale?"
"Yeah, maybe, whatever. Look it’s worth a shot."
I gave in. I didn’t really like bread anyway. We continued on foot for six more miles until we ran out of bread. It didn’t matter anyway, because that’s when the wolves caught up to us.