He followed the river until he reached a large, swampy lagoon, the water dark and still, surrounded by dense vegetation. This would be the perfect place to release the teegwin, where the water was calm and full of life. Kneeling by the water’s edge, he gently set the teegwin down, watching as it hesitated, its tiny legs digging into the mud. Did it understand that he was trying to help? Zelnard held his breath, waiting. After a moment, the teegwin seemed to decide it was safe and began to paddle away, its little body cutting through the murky water. It swam off, disappearing into the shadows of the lagoon, and for the first time in months, Zelnard felt a flicker of peace.
By now, the sun was sinking low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the water. Zelnard suddenly realised that he was alone, a loneliness that was soon felt not just in his physical isolation but one that also made him feel like he was the black sky between stars. It was then that his thoughts were distracted by ripples in the water and the tiny nostrils of his teegwin friend taking in a breath. It disappeared under the water again just below the surface and Zelnard could see it slowly wobbling under the water towards an insect that was sitting in concentric ripples of water unaware of its place in the food chain. Without warning and an accompanying plop,the insect was gone and Zelnard was so happy his little friend was getting a meal that he let out a little gnumph of happiness and let a smile broaden his usually sullen face.