The red jasper disappeared into my storage with that familiar lack of sensation, leaving me staring at empty space where a beautiful stone had been moments before. I muttered while reshouldering my backpack.
"Now I'm just stealing random rocks. This is what my life has become."
Counting off the paces specified in the hunter's journal from where the rock had been, I stop over a spot. Three feet down from here should be the medical cache. The folding shovel extended with a satisfying click when I pulled it out.
I aimed my phone's flashlight at the ground to make sure there were no rocky surfaces. The recent rain had softened the soil, making the first few inches come away very easily. Dark, loamy earth clung to the shovel blade as I worked.
"At least I'm getting better at this. The handle hasn't broken yet. Then again, I'm not trying to use it as a werewolf…"
