Modeus approached the impaired body of his lover that layed in the harsh bed of snow, dead leaves and sharp twigs with calm ambled steps. He had warned before not to venture into the woods alone, yet the ears of his love would never heed. This hadn't Been the first time, probably not the last that he'd find yourself there in the forest. Modeus wanted to be angry, furious, outraged. But he kept it all under the facade of tranquility. "I hope the tree tops have taught you a dire lesson." Modeus dreaded with a crouch to your height on the ground.