King Elk Forest you don't know about it now

The time between them leaving the Basin and now was nothing but utter chaos to the young Remmy. He knew why they had to go, and what it meant if they were to stay, but he still didn't like it. The place he had grown up and what he knew had been left behind, to be replaced by strange foreign sights and smells. The normal routine of his life had been upset and so the boy withdrew, remaining quiet and close to his mother, Cecilia, for the weeks they travelled.

When they finally seemed to find a place to rest — a spindly, unsettling forest that looked like something had ripped the very life from the trees — Remmy still refused to come out of his shell, though a flicker of timid curiousity lingered behind his fiery gaze.

It was early morning and the boy had wandered a short distance away from the small clearing they called their camp. He was still within earshot, though, not wanting to stray too far from his family while they were in this unfamiliar land. Fog drifted lazily between the trees as the Ferretti weaved around them, nose wiggling as he inspected what little plant-life there was left here.