It wasn't a far journey from where Miro had decided to reside. It wasn't awfully near either. The forest adorned with shades of red (so many Miro thought it was impossible) was the perfect place for the male to get in his daily somewhat intense stretching of his legs. He cut through the air, wind whistling in his ear, his amber eyes fixated on the horizon and wherever his body took him.

The red and orange that blanketed around the towering trees was almost blinding. It was almost as if a million - no a trillion wolves - had gathered and was content with barely moving, to just subdue the young male with their bright (brighter than Miro's) amber eyes. It was a silly thought, he knew, but silly thoughts were always creeping in the male's mind. To say nicely - that imagination that was considered cute when he was younger (crazy when older) was still embedded in his head.

He decided to take a break by a collection of shrubs, somewhere where he could easily jump into and hide if some big, ol' cranky wolf would come by terrorize the youngster. (Here comes the imagination once again). It looked deep and big enough to hide the lanky male, who wasn't at all on the larger scale.

What if it had spiders? Big, huge spiders with long, skinny legs that could strangle me and wrap me in a web and and- Miro had a fair share of fears, to be honest, but spiders was one of his biggest ones by far. It came third after bears and ugly elks (man he hated them). It was pathetic, he knew, but he couldn't help it. He shook his head, and slowly crept forward, his head tilting at the thought of mini-adventure. Maybe it would be a good idea to explore it first before jumping into a possible collection of webs.

Within a few, hesitant steps, he had his first whole half of his body in the shrubs, his nose poking into the branches and eyes roaming the inside. It wasn't the wisest choice, for some other stranger could nip and pounce on his rump, but he'd risk it.