The clouds swim through the grey skies of the blank afternoon, and there you padded along peacefully in the woods, feeling bored. You'd then notice sounds buzzing along in the distance. Curious, you sneak about for a bit, before noticing a fellow camper.

Lighting.

There he was, using a large log to work out with. Typical. You'd keep your frame low, not wanting to be spotted, and thinking you were stalking him. He'd continue his work-out anyway, unaware of your silent presence. For now.