In the dewy morning

Pan was awake early, ready for the day ahead. He had big plans. Sometimes, he knew an adventure awaited him, he could smell it in the air. Today was one of those days. He had been curled up in a small burrow near a large uprooted tree. He yawned and stretched his legs, sniffing the morning air. It was slightly foggy today, making his fur dewy and wet. He shook himself as dry as he could and looked around. The forest was quiet so he decided to do some exploring. He hadn't explored much of this region before. He found it quite spooky. Pan preferred the wide open meadows or the expanse of the seashore.