The woods were vast from any angle that you could possibly think of. The tops of the trees blocked out the sky and were like a cathedral whose branches intertwined. Sunlight had to fight to break through the branches to make it to the underbrush.
Upon entering the woods one could feel the eyes of nature herself on them.
Moving gently through the underbrush and ancient roots, you can find all manner of life here. Pushing deeper into the heart of the forest lies the baby dragon Oren.
He like all hatchings grew to love his home through smell and taste since sight comes at a much later date. His nest is in the center of the forest in an old dead oak tree. Small creaks run by this place and further along meet up to a river that plummets down into one of the many waterfalls of the woods.
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