King Elk Forest I'm not living, I'm just killing time

The Ferretti family was once again reunited under the threadbare branches of the King Elk Forest. Its namesake, the wandering elk who once called this section of the Teekon Wilds home, were long gone -- not that it meant anything to Giancarlo. Being just a traveler, this was simply another forest, much like the countless forests they had already traversed.  The rumors, the legends, and the mysteries, however, that made up the lore of the Ferretti family's temporary campsite were unknown to all who lingered beneath its skeletal canopy.

He left most of the family to rest in the clearing they had temporarily claimed. The journey they had taken was long and difficult: an allotted time to breathe was high on the list of everyone's priories. Giancarlo however did not allow himself to be idle. Setting off deeper into the barren forest, Giancarlo kept his nose pressed to the ground in search of any sign of life that could somehow quell the hungry rumbling in his belly.