It’s common knowledge.
I continued fishing for several hours, completely circling the lake. Every now and then I would climb the few feet of a nearby rise and scan the horizon in all directions. I saw nothing. Becoming more and more relaxed I continued my fishing.
In the evening I arrived back at my starting point and saw the footprints I had left that morning.
They were covered over in wolf tracks.
Wolf tracks on top of my tracks.
This time it didn’t give me to pause.
It gave me to scurry.
I clutched my catch and rod and made for the shoreline and the dory.
As if full of common knowledge.