With the coming of sunset, the sunlight that warmly bathed the dense forests of the Thousand Beast Mountain Range turned a hazy orange hue that gave the sight a somewhat desolate touch.
The roars, hisses, and growls of the various beasts in the mountain range began to die down as the preamble to the new round of battles that would take place after dark when all the nocturnal creatures came out of their hiding places to fight for resources and survival.
This was nothing more than the change of day and night, beautiful in appearance but common by definition, perhaps the only strange thing in this landscape was the shadow that was speeding into the forest.
Bouncing like a rubber bullet, the shadow made its way through the treetops avoiding all the beasts that inhabited the ground at the same time that it used the foliage to avoid the flying beasts.
