Bramblepoint who's this stupid clown

Weather: 26°F, mostly cloudy.

Getting through this particular forest was particularly time-consuming. Dune had to pick his way around, over, under, and through the dense thicket of brush that littered the forest floor. It was slow going, but he felt he was going as quickly as he possibly could. For the most part, he was just glad he was getting away from that sickly, strange-looking creature. Dune was already underweight, and he knew he would be more susceptible to picking up illnesses is his current state.

After a painstakingly slow couple of hours, Dune was greeted with a small clearing, which he met with a sigh of relief. He would take a break here, at least for a little while, before he continued traveling south.