Coyote Cub
He walked for hours, feeling as if his mind was playing tricks on him. Whenever a leaf rustled or a twig snapped, he jumped, believing something was following him.
He always carried an army knife in case anything went wrong. It was becoming apparent to him that he had made a bad choice. He kept looking behind his back. However, there was nothing there.
He even spotted a small coyote cub at one point, but it was not the source of the crying.