The woodland area creates a gentle, peaceful feel as one walks along past the leafy fronds and gently shifting foliage.  The path is firm and wide, having been traversed by many feet, but not so wide as to allow a merchant's cart to pass through.  A bird's cry sounds in the distance, followed by a ruffle of feathers, and then silence.  The beauty of the forest hides the struggle of nature that lies within...
Trail Exit, Trail
bird
deer
I am a deer. I live in a beautiful forest and am usually left alone. Sometimes the king and his friends try and hunt me with big packs of dogs. I don't like being chased.
Hello, friendly bird! Thank you for telling me! I hate to be chased! I will hide in this bush until they pass. Good idea! I'll sing to you from beside this trail exit. When I stop singing, that will mean it is clear. Oh, thank you!  You are the best! How can I repay you? No need to repay me. We are all friends in this woodland. Do you traipse down this path often? I do! But I am very careful. This is the king and his hunter's favorite path to take.  Yes, I have heard their dogs very often. Chirp chirp, tweet tweet. Those pesky dogs smell so bad. Hey, did you see that worm?! Oh delicious! See, you have repaid the favor already. What a great little snack. Hey... I hear something again. It sounded like a rustle in the bushes. You are so nice! I will continue to hide in the bushes.  Yes. Please don't move about. Just stay still. Yes! There is the hunter! I see him with his bow and arrow. Stay low, little deer. Tell me once they have passed.   Not quite yet, deer. They are following a trail.