The snow crunched under Biscuit as he walked, his expression an idle smile. He looked around, hoping to find some berries to eat later on. His eyes eventually settled on a small bush under one of the forest trees, snowflakes falling from the trees leafs from above.

Biscuit crouched down to take some of the berries off the bush, idle sounds of tap and clip coming from each berry he pulled. The bush idly swaying from the pulling of its drupe. One of his ears twitched as he heard something move from the corner of his vision.

He got up, putting the berries in a small little worn satchel that was slung over his shoulder. He spoke up, his voice welcoming but still cautious. This was most likely the horrors he’s seen in the forest.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

He said, his voice calling out softly.