You ignore all feelings of doubt and continue through the forest, the trees begin to sway much more harshly but you don’t mind, the last few hot days have been all too much and you’d rather a nice breeze. You follow a dirt path; it’s old and faded; with roots and grass over grown over it. But that’s what gives the path its beautiful antique look. Suddenly you hear a long distressed howl from behind you. You turn to see that Jenna has stepped on a large thorn and it’s pressed deeply into her swollen and bloody paw. You rush to her aid.