He was waiting, wet as a water rat, with his eyes fixed on her expectantly.
Nepeese made a movement toward him, and hesitated.
"No, you will not run away, Baree.

I will leave you free.

And now we must have a fire!" A fire! Anyone but Pierrot might have said that she was crazy.

Not a stem or twig in the forest that was not dripping! They could hear the trickle of running water all about them.
"A fire," she said again.

"Let us hunt for the wuskisi, Baree." With her wet clothes clinging to her lightly, she was like a slim shadow as she crossed the soggy clearing and lost herself among the forest trees.