A foul haze hung in the air, and seeped between the trees. The trees of this forest stood tall, and creaked as wind passed through their branches. Underneath the thick leaves stood a figure. Alone in the woods, one might say. With thick and heavy steps, the silhouette walked between the curved paths of the terrain. Though they moved slowly, there was a discreet importance to the way their paws seemed to pull them forward. The cat progressed through the hazy undergrowth before coming to a halt. The scene before them struck a nerve. A sore one at that. The murkiness hung in the air like a fowl stench, and the forest became less dense, which led to a small, underwhelming clearing.