What inference can be made about the trail young hunter walks on in from dawn land? A. It is barely visible to humans. B. It has rough sections. C. It is unusually narrow. D. It has hidden dangers. here is the passage

Young Hunter's feet moved him along the trail, but his thoughts kept pulling him back toward the village. There was too much to think about, too much to understand. He tried to concentrate on the simple task of placing one foot in front of the other. The big dog's right shoulder was almost touching Young Hunter's left thigh as it turned its head up to look into Young Hunter's face. Young Hunter slapped his hand affectionately on Agwedjiman's back. He could no longer hear the sounds of the dog's two brothers on the trail ahead. They were scouting the way, silent as wolves. Now and then, one would look back from around a bend or would slip quietly out of the brush by the side of the trail to walk with them a short space before trotting on ahead once more. Truly, when a man was with his dogs he was not alone.
"Agwesis," Young Hunter said, speaking the dog's pet name, "you guard me well. But you cannot guard me from my thoughts. I am all right. Don't worry. But it is fortunate for me that you and your brothers are watching the way for me. This morning I'm like a puppy whose eyes have just begun to open. Like someone who has stared too long into the sky and is now half-blinded by the light." Young Hunter stroked the big dog's head and it whined with happiness.
Young Hunter shifted his pack. He began to walk more purposefully. He would reach the village of the Salmon People before night. There he would be given the second half of the secret of the Long Thrower. He hefted the bundle that he carried in his hand. It was wrapped tightly in a skin decorated with Bear Talker's symbols.

Now, Young Hunter thought, I will shape my thoughts toward the work ahead of me. I will not let them wander in circles like the water beetles that spin on the surface. But even as he thought that, he wondered if the heroes of the old stories ever felt as uncertain as he did on this morning. Did Long Hair or the One Who Shaped Himself ever feel confused about whether to go on or return home? They were challenged by monsters and they defeated them. They were attacked by evil magic and overcame it. But in none of those stories was it ever mentioned that those heroes found it hard just to keep walking, one slow step at a time, toward a destination they couldn't name.