François pointed to a spot on the other side of the valley. He and Alexandre had set out from their two cabin base-camp three days before. They were now hopefully in the home-stretch of their return journey.
Things had not gone well for them. They were only an hour out when they surprised a mother bear tending he cub. The dogs went wild, and Tacheté had barely escaped a mauling. He shot off into the woods, with the other dogs on his heels. The intrepid trappers had little choice but to follow them.
It took several hour to round the dogs up, and by then night was beginning to fall. Therefore, they were forced to make a make-shift camp for the night. In the night, snow began to fall. Because of this and being in unfamiliar surroundings, they wandered the next day, and now into the third.
“I am certain it is on that side of the valley,” François said, as Alexandre shook his head unconvinced.
“Are you really sure you even want to go home?” Alexandre asked.
“Why would you ask that?” came the reply.
“Well, the last thing you said to Sophia was, ‘I am taking the dogs for a walk, I’ll be back in a couple of hours.’ You will be in la merde, my friend.“
“Hmm,” François said after a moment. “Have you ever considered visiting Montreal?”