Forrest was deep in the rhythm of chopping firewood, his axe slicing through the logs with a powerful, resonant thud. The crisp forest air carried the scent of pine and the occasional crackle of his makeshift fire pit. Suddenly, the sharp, metallic clink of one of his animal nets going off interrupted his concentration. He paused, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, and squinted toward the direction of the sound. With a gruff mutter under his breath, he set his axe aside and strode purposefully toward the edge of his property, his heavy boots crunching on the forest floor.