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You decide to drift away from the sparseness of the more open treeline and seek cover in the enclosed canopy. Only for you to sigh as within minutes the canopy opens completely, leaving you to the eyes and elements of anything watching from afar or above. You only consolation is that anything watching you has to make itself known if it wants to get close. With a few distant buzzards in the sky, hopefully signalling to no one in particular that you are available for the role of Carrion #4 in a very cheap horror movie, you press on. You raise the hood on your cloak, at least that's what you think a more medieval styled jacket would be called, and enjoy that you don't have far to walk before you're back under the treeline. You keep your steps light and give yourself every opportunity to listen for anything that may come at you. This precaution includes occasionally turning around to check behind you. Hmm, you consider that painting eyes on the back of your hood might be a good idea because more people have been killed by tigers than tigers let slip to the media. You are close now to rejoining the canopy and give another look into your surroundings. Nothing is stalking out of the woods behind you or can you see anything in the clearing following you. If anything is in front of you, you at least have the benefit of facing it head on. The sky is clear, so maybe that's a good sign that you're not going to end up as food. No sooner are you back on the path as you again are split.