Arlo had been filled with a sense of freedom that he had never felt before. Spending his time during the day wandering amongst the trees, and watching all the various little creatures he would see. He would walk along the banks of a stream that he had come across. Simply attempting to see where it would lead. As well as listening to the melody that it made as it flowed along over the rocks. Which, it eventually came to a cliff where it simply careened off. After looking over the edge and seeing the stream crash at the bottom and continue on. Arlo just stood there and took in the view. Thinking that he didn’t seem to know exactly where to go. But be that as it may, he was determined to find his way through this eerily beautiful maze. The sun began to shine slightly brighter than before, now that he was well away from the forests edge. More light was able to make it through the tree tops. Allowing him to begin to truly see everything for what it was; and that this was indeed a magical place. Although despite all of its splendor during the day, the nighttime here, was a much more different experience. He would hear sounds in the distance that he had never heard before and could not explain. He would usually sleep high up in a tree. Safe and away from what moves around on the ground, just so long as it couldn’t climb. Knowing that any one of the various caves that he’d seen, would offer much better shelter from the weather, and be a lot warmer. But he feared what might already be asleep in one, or what might come home while he was asleep in one. Along with the strange sounds, sometimes he would even see lights. They would usually be dim, far away and fast moving. Because almost as soon as he would notice them, they would move in the opposite direction and quickly disappear into the distance. Night by night these sporadic sightings slowly became more and more frequent. They also started coming closer and closer to whichever tree he was in. As if who, or whatever it was, was curious. Which in turn, made him more curious. Because this whole time, which felt like it had been at least weeks. He hadn’t seen a single soul. None but the various creatures that inhabited this forest. Until one morning, when he was awoken by the sound of something crashing through the bushes below. When he looked, unable to make out what it was, could only see that there was something running in the opposite direction. Rolling off his branch, he swung down to the ground and quickly attempted to follow. Running as fast as he could, getting smacked and whacked by low limbs. Tripping over unseen sticks and stones. The flickering orange light that he was following was steadily getting away. Until eventually, he could no longer see it, nor hear the commotion. Realizing he had lost it, stopped to catch his breath while briefly looking around. In doing so, noticed that he was somewhere unfamiliar. Then, just as he was about to leave, there was something interesting in the small clearing that grabbed his attention.