Cedar Sweep the light of the eyelid

From one wood to another, Ginko passed beneath the stately trees until they had faded to rich cedars and created a denser terrain.
 
The mushi in the forest were active. He could see them dance from the roots of the trees, reaching up with glowing tendrils before they disappeared in the earth again. The beings that most could not see, did not even know existed, and yet still moved about the world. The sight had given him a rare ability. The world of the mushi was profound and sometimes frightening; he was there to quell the challenges.
 
Stepping softly beneath the boughs of the cedar trees, Ginko passed on through the wooded area. The wolf kept his pace consistent, but leisurely. He had no reason to rush, not yet. The world that he had stumbled into was vast and marvelous; it would take time for him to venture through it all.