You stare at your body for a long time, the thoughts pouring though your head. what are you going to do?
For a short time, you follow the stream. You know, eventually, you'll find people if you follow water. People can help you. Somehow. You'll figure out some way to explain what was happening to you. Maybe you can find your way back to the shop...
You blink. Where the hell are you now?
The stream isn't far away, you can still sniff it on the air and it's sound is just barely audible if you turn your left ear just so, but you're certianly no longer next to it. You've wandered deeper into the woods, following a smell. You sniff a bit more before you find the source: Another rubbing on a tree and something else. You step over and sniff, eventually lowering your head to just inches off the ground. Urine.
You should recoil at the realization, but the urine has a musky odor that you find intoxicating. You close your eyes and take a deeper whiff.
You open your eyes, but more importantly your senses. You can almost see the path that the buck took. You stand up, take one more wiff, and start to follow the trail looking for the buck.