Snippet #2235839

Hell breathed deeply, the thickening trees made him feel at home. He hadn't been gone from the woods for more than a couple days but found it was nice to be among the trees again. " I'd suggest keeping close...many things out here." He sniffed the air, pulling it deep into his lungs. "Well tell me do you remember if they were nomadic or if they stayed in one place for the most part?" He adjusted his pack on his shoulder then moved to a near by bush and plucked a couple rotten berries off it and popped them in his mouth. "Never eat rackin berries before they start to rot...they'll kill you, other wise they are exceptionally sweet."