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While most of Whip's time was spent on the beach, today he ventured inland to explore the inner wooded reaches of Blackrock's main island. The Thistlewood was massive. The elder fur trees reached into the sky like worshiping giants and all the life below was rich and green with the coming spring. Even as a young boy, Whip had an appreciation for nature -- but as he aged and became more mature, his appreciation became admiration.

He had always belived the world in which he lived to be a crap-sack place, but beauty was all around now that he opened his eyes to see it. Sometimes, it made the bad times worth living to know that there was good out there too. Whip followed a game trail that cut through the thicket. He kept his gaze trained on the tree-tops as he went. They made him feel so small.