The refuge of Pombie according to Renardo

Depart from the town of Laruns, latitude 42.815188525 (N 42° 48’ 55”), longitude -0.418126893 (W 0° 25’ 5”)

• Grand Chemin Blanc

• From here, along the Great Black Road wins the place where men store their four-legged-wheels. On the other side of the Grand Chemin Noir, the Grand Chemin Blanc descends.

• Lair of the Whistlers Men

• 90 panards* after flying over the water, goes right leg side in a path that, shortly after, also flies over the water and then begins to climb. Follow the long in the grass, cross near a large rock a trace left by the four-legged-wheels and continue until you find on the left leg a den of the Whistling Men.

• Refuge of Pombie

• At the top of the Soum de Pombie pass, 2127 m, near the head of the Giant Snake, do not take care of the path on the left leg side and go down the one behind your truffle. But first, turn around, to bid me farewell... And yes from up there you can see me near the burrow where you were born!" Renardo spotted his mother and even heard her ask, amid all the small noises that rose towards him, "is everything okay?". He replied "everything is good". He also saw the Great Black Way, many White Beasts... From the head of the Giant Serpent to the Lair of the Humpback Men in the back, the path seemed very short to Renardo, because this side of the mountain was very different from what he had traveled so far and he was very busy with his discoveries. In particular, he grew there a lot of little suns that Renardo sniffed one after the other. Many were new to him, but he still recognized near the springs the little fly-eating suns*, the flour-leaf little suns* and, in the grass, the little butterfly-yellow* suns and the little suns-that-look-down*. Arriving near the Lair, Renardo inhaled the air for a long time and then, having identified no danger, approached. His mother had not lied: he found delicious remains of prey abandoned by the Humpback Men and could even surprise a young Field Rat busy nibbling one of these remains. For dessert, Renardo will stuff himself with Coa-Coa eggs that he caught at the edge of the water-who-does-trot. At dawn he retired not far into a cavity between large blocks where he slept all day long in a sleep populated by dreams of delicate prey, races on the paths and encounters...