Nocturne Summit shallow

He hoped so.
He so very much hoped so. To feel the branches close in around him, the closed air holding him tight.
Perhaps it was selfish of him to want to go back so desperately. Shine hated it, he saw it clearly, His Mother didn't think it was safe; the only danger he saw was the silver man.

At last, he dragged his gaze away to see what his sister was pointing at. Some dumb bush that probably would give you a rash or prickle your nose.
He didn't feel like racing, but he'd be an ass if he didn't. So he nodded and half-heartedly started into a sprint, putting a half-grin of his face.
He loved running it just...didn't feel the same. Like you had to run because it meant survival, not for fun. He didn't care if he won or lost.