Wilson was scavenging for food deep within the bowels of the lively evergreen forest near his base. A few ripe, freshly picked berries fell from his pocket that seemed to go unnoticed. He trot deeper into the jungle of fir, his steps quiet and rhythmical, glancing around for any signs of sustenance he could bury into his storage. Wilson's journey came to a halt as soon he had stepped on a twig resting on the forest floor, it snapped under his weight. The scientist jumped and looked around.