The Ranger lets out a small, defeated sigh and begins down the Western path to the dense forest below. Perhaps there will be some game or plants to eat in there or at least keep some of this damned rain off!
The sun has been sinking lower in the sky for about two hours as the Ranger enters the dark gloom of the forest. Huge pines rise up in a canopy of darkness and the ground scrutches under foot in a thick, wet layer of needles. Branches begin reaching out and snagging at the Ranger as he follows the dwindling path deeper into the woods.
Soon it is very dark and a light wind has begun to blow high up in the tree tops causing screams to come from overly stressed wood. The Ranger stops and squints down the path.