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
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I'm a little critter creature who loves to roam the castle. I should be out in the forest with my other critter kin, but I just love the warmth of the kitchen. Castle creeping is a dangerous life for an unwanted animal like me. But I can't help it! I can't resist a good hearth.
It's so cold out here. Tell me about it.  The dense fog you can't see anything, I should just go back into the kitchen it is warm in there. Sounds nice, but anything beats this graveyard. Your right...what brings you here? Just out and about, since I sleep during the day and all. I should be with my critter kin, it's kind of dangerous out here isn't it/ Indeed, but I am used to it by now. You hear that? That is an eerie silence It's always silent out here, my friend. too silent, it makes it colder I think Perhaps, must be why it is always so freezing here.