Blackfoot Forest i shut my eyes

he floats through, striding on long limbs with purpose—gliding the forest floor and pausing every now and then. a few catch his eye, some that are more dangerous than helpful in the situation they are in, others that would be good to remember. a herb lingering by the base of one tree could settle a stomach, he reaches forth, cutting through the bark and rubbing his cheek there to mark it—to remember if they come back this way.