Haunted Wood follow alice

Their mother ushered them ahead. He hesitated, but with his sister at his side and encouraging him, his paws moved to follow. His ears laid back on his skull, his head held below his shoulders as he nervously walked. Occasionally, he would bump into something on his blind side and he would whip his head toward it in fear, shoving up against his sister as he instinctively moved away from a perceived threat. He would wrinkle his muzzle when he saw it was nothing more than a tree or shrub.

They entered into a denser part of the forest. The trees here formed an almost impenetrable tangle, a knot of limbs and trunks entwined with smaller bushes and plants. He hated it. It was difficult enough to navigate with two eyes, but the loss of one eye and the damage in the other made it doubly frustrating for him. Branches tugged at his fur and stung his muzzle as he tried to follow his sister and mother, and just when he was about to scream that he had had enough of this mess, it opened up.

It was not a large space; but the earth here was bare save for a soft carpet of moss, and encircled by a tightly latticed fence of branches complete with a woven canopy. It was as good a place to hide as there could be. Exhausted, and on the edge of a meltdown, Swift dropped his rear to the earth. He would go no further.