Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

No luck so far. He'd tried being patient, but that wasn't in the cards. He'd tried to conserve some energy for the right moment, which never came. Then when he'd woken to the feeling of snow crunching around his body, Yutani knew he was running out of time. The snow was falling all around him as he got to his feet and stretched; his muscles were sore and his joints popped with every twist, but soon he was pacing again, warming up and preparing for more travel and pointlessness. Deep down he knew he belonged by the sea. This place—with its flourishing sugar maples and hellfire burn to the tree tops—wasn't what he was used to, and that was a detrimental aspect he couldn't afford. The longer he stayed here the quicker he'd starve. But for now, at least for the next little while, he'd trail through the trees and keep his negativity to himself—but god damn was he hungry.