Stories from the Moonlit Burrow - Day 11

Day 11
 
It has now been eleven days since we began living in this cave. Lore and I have decided to start making it more homely as neither of us know how long we will be living down here. We have decided to call it ‘The Moonlit Burrow’ or ‘The Burrow’ for short.
 
We have been on a few adventures together since Kayenier left, gathering supplies: food, water, and weapons necessary for our survival. Lore and I are spending a lot of time with each other on these little adventures, as well as in The Burrow, and we seem to have formed some sort of bizarre friendship. No matter where we go the little fox always manages to find a dagger or two and even though there are only so many daggers one little fox can carry, he is adamant that more are needed. I am only glad size difference means he cannot steal (or even carry!) many of my weapons, although I would be foolish to believe he has not thought of doing so.
 
Unfortunately, he continues to offer me fish despite my protests. From what I have observed I think he means it as a sign of friendship or good gesture, but I really cannot stand the smell, it fills the whole burrow with a foul odour that lingers throughout the entire space. Despite this, we seem to be getting on well enough, apart from the time
 
I accidently touched his tail of course – honestly how am I meant to see him when he is sneaking around the place? He is a quarter of my size.
 
Despite regular meditation, I am yet to receive guidance from Elune about the direction of my new path. I have thought about going back to Nordrassil, but I fear that I shall no longer be welcome, as they will only see a night elf who has failed to complete the sacred ritual and fulfil their destiny. I fear that to them I am but a deserter and a coward, perhaps they are right.