The warm breeze rustled the tops of the trees before blowing through your hair. You smiled at the sensation. The outdoors always seemed so freeing. You wandered deeper into the forest, wondering if you would come across the hollow log that you found last time. You stepped into a small clearing and stopped in your tracks. Ahead of you was a man holding his hands out to soothe what appeared to be a Hippogriff. Newt whirled around at the sound of your approach. "Oh, um, p-please stay back."