The Tangle lips are raw with this truth you have known all your life

Pipin’s gait is easy, carefree even as a critical eye that does not match his jubilant disposition takes note of the unpleasant territory he has unwittingly entered the Teekon Wilds upon; until he lets out a strangled noise of surprise as the ground violently slopes downwards and with a step gravity yanks him down without mercy. “Oof!” His breath expels from his body harshly, as if someone has sucker kicked him in the gut as he tumbles into the spiny shrubbery. A few seconds pass as he makes sure that nothing is overly injured or worse yet broken and lets out a low “Owww.” in a stifled groan. He imagines his unnoticed entrance into new and foreign lands to be …a lot cooler. The reality is nothing like the expectation, of course. He rights himself and stands, carefully testing each leg — no doubt looking quite comically as he lifts one at a time and stretches it out and away from his body kind of like an a weird flamingo or something. There are a few shallows scrapes: he feels them sting and smart and some of them, as he pulls at them to ensure he has not broken anything in his epic tumble have begun to split in earnest and seep blood. He can treat them, he knows, once he gets out of this territory.

Now that the territory known as The Tangle { this knowledge is not something he has, however } has his undivided attention Pipinoukhe draws in a breath after he’s standing once more upon all for legs, cringing away from the warped, bone white witch-like tree he realizes he is face to face with. “Okay,” He speaks aloud to break the eerie silence of the territory. “Right. Need to get out of here.” Needless to say, though this place would make for an excellent, creepy graveyard he doesn’t want it to be his final resting place. Despite his deduction he doesn’t move. Rather, he stands visibly hesitating on which direction he should go. In theory, any direction will lead him out of this territory but if he’s not careful he could end up going in circles and never break free of this place and it’s that consideration that roots him in place, needing to be sure that he’s going to head a way that will see him to the exit.