He got back to his feet. His muscles screamed in protest as fear and raw willpower forced his body to move. He didn’t care where he was going now; anywhere was better than here. He rushed through the forest at pace. He heard distant sounds, cracking twigs, the tell-tale call of birdsong along with the ever present sensation of being watched from the shadows. It was an instinctive fear of shadow-skulking predators so ingrained in the human psyche that it was a sheer force of nature all its own that defined humanity for what it was. It was what drove them to hide from the unknown, to brave the dark in search of discovery, to be challenged and overcome their fear, or in this particular human’s case, it was the one thing that kept him going when his body kept politely informing his brain that it was spent via a throbbing headache and burning muscles. Another rough landing later, he tumbled and struggled to regain his footing as he swept under another branch and jumped over another crag to a lower section of the forest.