Fushi walked aimlessly, moving clumsily but curiously through the forest. His human form, though recognizable, was only a reflection of what humans appeared to be, but his mind was simple, filled with the curiosity of a child still trying to understand the world around him. He didn't understand many things, and much of what he saw or felt was new to him.

Suddenly, the wind changed and brought a strange aroma, something warm and comforting. Fushi stopped, his nose turned up, eyes widening as he took in the fragrance. His stomach, always empty, growled automatically. He frowned and touched his abdomen, feeling something strange that prompted him to follow the smell, although he didn't quite understand what it was.

He crouched down and sniffed the air more intensely. Although he didn't know where he was going, his body seemed to know. Without thinking, he began walking in the direction of the scent, one hesitant step after another. He wasn't sure why, but something in him pushed him to follow that trail.

The forest seemed endless, but little by little, the smell became stronger. Fushi, like an animal guided by its instincts, moved forward until, upon reaching a clearing, he found a small fire going out. Atop the dying embers was a hunk of meat, charred on one side but still tantalizingly aromatic.