He had been filled with a since of freedom that he had never felt before. Spending his time during the day wandering amongst the trees and watching all the various little creatures he would see. Walking along the banks of a stream that he had come across. Simply attempting to see where it would lead. As well as listening to the melody of the sound that it made as it flowed along over the rocks. Eventually coming to a cliff where the stream careened off. After looking over the edge and seeing the stream crash at the bottom and continue on. He just stood and took in the view. Thinking that he didn’t seem to know exactly where to go, or what he was really even looking for. But he was determined to find his way through this eerily beautiful maze. The sun began to shine brighter than before, now that he was well away from the forests edge. More light was able to make it through the tops of the trees. Allowing him to begin to truly see everything for what it was; and that this was indeed a magical place. Although despite all of its splendor during the day, the night time here, was a far more different experience. He would hear sounds in the distance that he had never heard before, and could not explain. He would usually sleep high up in a tree. Safe and away from what moves around on the ground, just so long as it couldn’t climb. Knowing that any one of the various caves that he’d seen, would offer much better shelter from the weather, and be a lot warmer. But he feared what might be asleep in one, or what might come home while he was asleep in one. Along with sounds, sometimes, he would even see lights. They would be dim, far away and fast moving. Almost as soon as he would notice them, they would quickly fade away, or just vanish completely. Night by night, these sporadic sightings, began to become more and more frequent. They would also come closer and closer to the tree he was in. As if who, or whatever it was, was curious. Which in turn, made him more curious. Because this whole time, which felt like weeks, he hadn’t seen a single soul. None but the creatures that inhabited this forest. One morning, he was awoken by the sound of something crashing through the bushes below. When he looked, unable to make out what it was, could only see that there was something running in the opposite direction. Rolling off his branch, he swung down to the ground and quickly attempted to follow. Running as fast as he could, getting smacked and whacked by low limbs. Tripping over unseen sticks and stones. The flickering orange light that he was following was steadily getting away. Until eventually, he could no longer see it, nor hear the commotion. Realizing he had lost it, stopped to catch his breath. Placed his hands on his hips and started looking around to figure out where he was at. Then, there in a little clearing, was when he saw them.