Sharp hooves dug in doggy style an action quite less than natural to a Doe. Jared's mind thought was coming stronger and stronger the more his actions had a purpose.
Dirt and grass went this way and that as those hooves scraped and dug into the earth.
Then a piece of the sock appeared. More digging now with obvious and earnest desire.
More of the sock but in the amount of time passed the tree had grown its roots.
Maybe it was the sock which drew and held moisture. Then too it could have been condensing dew that coated the Medallion making the tree seek and find a minor source of life giving water. None-the-less the soxk was ingrown with small roots. The roots curved and wound about the Medallion making an almost unbreakable sack.
Tears rolled down Jared the Doe's cheeks as she struggled with renewed urgency to get to the Medallion and feel it's power.