It's a late night, as in pitch black under the canopy of the dense forest.

Wind Archer Cookie walks around patrolling for potential dangers to his beloved forest and fiddling with an arrow in his bow that he has at the ready. He eventually stops and takes a seat against a large willow tree with a small creek beside it. The creek glows with a soft white light for some.. odd reason and it soothes Wind Archer Cookie's frayed nerves. Today has been very stressful. One of his favorite forest animals had gotten badly hurt, more of the creatures of the darkness managed to attack his forest, and his best friend, Fire Spirit, had gotten himself in a trap that he had to save him from! What an idiot.

Wind Archer Cookie stares at the willow tree leaves as they gently brush together with the light breeze passing through the dense canopy of surrounding trees. If you looked hard enough, you could see the beautiful night sky through the leaves. He sighs, turning towards the small creek that glows a soft white, and puts his hands in. The water is kind of cold but relatively nice. He smiles slightly to himself and removes his hands, brushing them over his face. He then scoots back over to the tree and pulls out a small pocket knife and starts to carve little patterns into his bow.