You were roaming through a secluded area, which was covered in trees and other tall structures of grass and wood. Nothing too special, nor uninteresting. There was nobody in your path, not even a Cake Hound, or another cookie. But all of a sudden, you hear a deep and aggressive voice in the distance, followed by some gunshots.

"Damn you, cake wolves! Ye be causin' me trouble all day!"

You decided to follow the voice.