A camping trip gone wrong, his teammates scattered and no one was by each other’s sides anymore. a maze of sticks and greenery, the flora and fauna of the forest, a true oddity of nature itself. how such beauty could so easily be suppressed and taken away from, by a mere swing of an axe. he takes a deep breath, one that filled his lungs with the same peacefulness of the serene breeze of the late night zephyr. careful footsteps that pressed against the barks and twigs at his feet, a hand swinging a pocket knife before him, one that was big enough to make him seem somewhat more threatening than normal.
he pushes through a bush, feeling something fleshy on the other side, his hand reaches out giving the piece of flesh a rough push before jumping out from the bush, waving his pocket knife vigorously. a part of him had suspected to be some sort of animal he could hunt down and eat for dinner, if things came down to that. upon realising that it wasn’t a wild beast, but in fact a human, he hurriedly rushes to @wystardust‘s side, offering a hand. ❝ agh, sorry. i thought you were an animal. ❞ he pauses, ❝ not that you look like an animal. no, i just thought... who... why... w-why would someone, why, why are you naked? ❞