Deepwood Weald So lovely on the eyes.

He thought he was on the trail of something tasty. Some of the trees smelled more like squirrel than others and it made his belly gurgle with anticipation. As Tywyll emerged from behind a small copse of trees he honed his attention on to one specific tree and lifted to his hind legs to investigate it; his thin body was still quite light but his hindquarters quivered as he tried to keep balanced. When a voice punctuated the moment, he was startled and went down like he had been punched. The boy hit the dirt with a yelp but was ready scrabbling to his feet - feeling the blow of the hard earth moments later, a throbbing in his narrow back.

He tried to shake it off - literally - but the twisting motion just made him aware of the ache. The boy's eyes darted around until he spotted the dark figure, yet he was not afraid. Tywyll had always been a bold little man. I'm hungry, he stated as his only clarification.