Easier said than done. Lyle was successful in capturing the female, but it did not have the predicted (nor desired) effect on Rufus. He appears to hold Lyle in complete contempt.
I did my best to avert complete disaster, and advised that we leave, taking only the female. After a solid minute of staring, sullen silence, Lyle agreed. He decided to name her Clarissa.
And we set out once again. Lyle kept her on his turns. She does not appear to have the same sense for danger that Rufus exhibited, but that may come with time.
We made good time considering the delay in starting out.
When the moon found us, we were a tad bit closer to the mountain.