He moved with a quiet precision, his long legs carrying him quickly through the forest as thunder clapped overhead. The storm did not bother him—he actually enjoyed them. They reminded him of storm watching along the coast, seeing the clouds rolling in from a distance and bright flashes of lightning filling the sky. Sequoia was hoping to find a vantage point to watch the storm from, as the canopy overhead made it impossible for him to view it. The rain had not started yet, but he could feel the moisture in the air threatening to spill from above. Maybe he would beat the rain… he just had to move quicker.
However, sea of trees was endless, and it appeared that no matter how quickly he moved they continued to engulf him… multiplying. Maybe it was the thrill of the storm, or maybe the growing number of trees, but Sequoia began to worry that he may never get out of these woods.
He gave his head a quick shake to dismiss the thought.
He was being ridiculous.
There was a way out, there had to be… just… a little bit… further…