Jester was all about exploring new places but this place was decidedly the oddest. The fog here was thick and it cloaked the ground making it hard to see were tree roots and rocks crossed his path. Even the few birds he had seen were quit giving the place a certain stillness. Was it the fact that each sound seemed to distort through the liquid in the air? In any case Jester was a little taken aback by the quite the permitted the ground and seemed to seep into everything it touched.
Even he was quite as he moved through the trees trying not to disturb the stillness even as he left a trail through the thick fog. Pausing he glanced at a stump and decided that it looked anatine. Moss grew out of the decaying tree that had fallen next to it. The sun was setting and he had traveled for a while now. That would make this a good place to rest as any. Besides it wouldn't do to travel at night with his sight being hindered in the fog that was sure to condense as night came. Padding forward silently he inspected the area were the fallen tree and the stump met before curling up in the little nook.
His ears twitched listening to the silence around him. This place was indeed quite strange and he would be glad once he left it behind him. Hopefully in his travels he wouldn't nee to cross through here often or rather at all.