Bearclaw Valley i speak for the trees

A scent so foul assaulted his nostrils that RHonen felt like he should sneeze or maybe run. Yea run probably sounded better than sneezing. And yet he stood. They were scared of him and honestly that felt like a barb to his gentle heart. He bowed his head. Unsure. Maybe he should just leave. I mean what made him think he could even come near them. Silly boy. Giant foolish boy.

He sighed and shifted. Though he thought perhaps he would try to make himself smaller first. So he settled to his seat, and then further down. And waited. If they continued to be afraid. He'd leave.