Once known as a forest of solitude, the entrance to the pine trees is now a bleak and dreary graveyard.  Dead grass and moss fill the ground along with crawling critters that mark fear in the mind among the he who venture here.  Tombstones so old many of the names are no longer eligible.  Dense fog surrounds the area, thick tree tops blotting out the sunlight, and an eerie silence fills the air.  Cold it feels, the air, but the ground is soft and warm.  Sound can not enter, no escape this dwelling.
Pine tree graveyard, Forest
critter
bat
I live in the deep, dark caves of the kingdom. I sleep during the day and fly at night. I hang from the cave walls while I sleep.
Hello meep! I live in the deep, dark caves of the kingdom. I sleep during the day and fly at night. I hang from the cave walls while I sleep. I need to get to the kitchen who are you? I am a critter from the forest, I come to the kitchen for food and warm environments. who are you? I told you already. I must warn you though Where you come from does not define who you are, filthy bat It is dangerous in the kitchen I am not afraid of the dangers that lie ahead, friend! Very well then. If you lose your life, you have yourself to blame do not insult me, bat!