Anxious and still angered at yourself for not marking the trail you walked this way upon, you longing to make it back before dark is looking as dim as the light.
Along the path you take obvious note of the narrow width, it is the path trod by small ponies with a close stride.
Sounds up ahead alert you to people and what seems to be some poor animal having a fit of terror. Interested and longing for the company of people on this dark night you make your pace a little faster.
Breathing is coming in heavy draughts of cool evening air. You body feels both hearty and tired all to once.
It is an odd feeling you begin to notice, a sensation of your hair having grown longer especially down the back of your neck.