There are all sorts of odd sounds in the forest shore enough so the path starts turning into a trail, the underbrush soon eating away all that was left of the mall path and finally after some more walking it is totally guan. Thorny bushes and shrubs all about him, what’s worst still is that the growling seams to be coming closer and closer<br/><br/>The sound is now more defined sharper, and sometimes splits into multiple sounds. As Jules makes his way on the little tuffs and patches of the path that show up hear and their in the undergrowth he is sourly reminded several times that he is barefoot as mall rocks and sharp twigs get under his feet<br/><br/>Thorny branches, the undergrowth the low branches of the trees them self everything seams to almost grab at him slowing his progress to a grinding stop as the bushes around him thicken more and more, eventually forcing him to pick a wild way around and around searching for a way. As the growling stops diminishing and going further and finally stopping Jules discovers that he now has no path<br/><br/>And it is in fact getting late, the author days have started to grow short and it gets surprisingly dark surprisingly fast in the woods. The plug has worked its way all the time he had walked and so did most other straps all of them remaining tightly in place. He has also not eaten anything the whole day.<br/><br/>