The forest is dark, and there is the smell of pine in the air. Your boots trudge almost silently through the soft dirt, and as you look around, you can just imagine the things that live there.
You could have sworn that you saw a deer in the underbrush, or feel a pair of eyes on your back. Yet, the forest remains silent except for the soft sound of your own boots, and a few chirps from the neighboring birds.
You smile and your pace quickens as you go further into the woods, and feel good about your hike. You cross a stream and see a few fish swiming in it.
Light shines down through the trees and onto the forest floor, actracting a few small animals, and giving you warmth. You turn your head, and see a stag, that is pure white, you wonder,...what does it think of me.....?
