Description
After trying to find his own path, it became clear that this forest had other ideas. He was thankful for his squat stature in making navigation easier, but it was nonetheless still difficult until he gave into the twists and turns of the forest. So he ducked under and through all the nooks and crannies, walking along the bends of the creek. Then he happened upon the crumbling stone wall, and something prodded the back of his senses. Humans had been here once. That simple thought latched onto his conscious and went from a niggling feeling to a frustrating pushiness, as if somehow this wall should have meaning for him. Or if not the wall itself, then perhaps of those who built it? As much as the creek’s serpentine path interested him, he could not pull himself away from gazing down the stone wall’s path. Something in him - some far away, long forgotten thing - urged him to seek out answers, no matter how uninviting the dense, darker path might become.