A small whisper flew through the forest as the trees moved back and forth, the leaves collected the morning dew as the the hesitating sun creaked over the moor, showing little cracks of light. The tall pines sheilded the forest from gusts of wind. The grass looked like it was dancing with the stars as they disappeared one by one. The constant chirp of a cricket of the croak of a frog would arise and create a soothing melody. The morning brids sang they're joyful music, waking Aulus from his deep slumber. He mumbled slightly to himself as he woke up in his small make-shift den.