I was in her arms when the first rays of sunlight woke me the next day. Allie was balled up in a fetal position, cradled at the foot of the giant oak.

I wriggled myself free from her grasp and looked around. The coyote was gone. Allie was safe for now. I ventured out.

“Allie!â€?

It wasn’t long before I found the Bigs. Lyn and the others had spent the entire night searching for us, and now they weren’t that far off.

But how to lead them to Allie? The Bigs, even Lyn, had long forgotten how to See. They would have ignored me, even if I had stood directly in their path, crying, “This way! She’s here!â€?

So I did the next best thing. The seam was easy enough to undo, especially after the encounter with the coyote. The tricky part was making sure my arm didn’t completely detach. I took a wad of stuffing from my arm and dropped it on the ground. I started toward Allie. A few feet later, I dropped some more of my fluff.

And then some more. And some more.