Simple Joys in Quiet Meadows

In a world of quiet meadows and gentle breezes, lived a creature of simple joys...

...but peace is a fragile thing. When bullies pushed him from the light...

...they awakened something they could not possibly understand. They drew first blood.

He would draw the line. This was no longer about survival. This was about

revenge. He would turn their own forest against them, with traps born

of fury... ...and a skill forged in the fires of vengeance. Every action would

have an equal and opposite reaction. They thought they could fly away from their sins...

...but he was there to ground them, once and for all.