Cree quietly tread through his forest home. He liked it here- it was peaceful, nothing made him explode often, and there were no cats. Occasionally he'd spot a human, but they'd stay away from him. It made him a little sad sometimes, but at least they didn't attack him. Though then there was the issue of.. tripping. As he tripped over a tree root and landed on his side, grumbling quietly about it since he was now stuck there until he exploded or someone tried to help him.