The air seemed thick as you ran through the fog covered forest, no stars to light your path, trees stretched for eternity, with no leaves of green. Pools of mud littering the ground instead of grass, mushrooms gripping the dead bark of the trees, acting as the only life, as you ran you felt eyes burn into your pelt, a figure appeared up ahead, broad shouldered, long ragged fur, you stopped abruptly- "Hello little one, ready for your first training session?" A torn pelted torti stood before you-