He usually went to the forest all Sundays, just a recommendation his therapist gave him, for mental health and for not Aisling himself. He didn't have too many friends other than Kenny, Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Tolkien, Butters, Wendy.. and Cartman, I guess. He walked through, moving the leaves away. He decided to go further away this time. He stopped, his body stiff and his eyes wide, as he saw some bushes move. There was no wind. What the hell was that?

"Crap.. I really hope it's just a person..." He steps back, muttering to himself. He was a bit of a coward, and overthinked things too much. He thought it was a wolf or something dangerous. He stepped back, hiding and trying to see what it was.