Blackfoot Forest rippling out through his past and future

Slavik had finally tore himself away from the meadow, and found himself wandering south, and back towards the mountains. He wasn't sure exactly where his feet were carrying him, only that they were. That was enough for him at the moment, the fiery thrill of the adventure had reignited inside of him and his weary bones had grown strong in that flame.

The sunray child found himself in the midst of a forest, a very thick forest. It was somewhat otherworldly, the forest which he walked seemed seperate and ethereal from the rest of the world. It was brimming with flora, both the beautiful and the savage kinds. He stopped to sniff at a toadstool, wondering whether or not it was the kind of thing wolves could eat. It smelled acrid, the stench was so strong that he could physically feel it storming his nasal passages. His lips pulled back in disgust and he backed away from it, wondering why such a thing even existed.