He began to panic as the forest grew darker to the point that it was almost impossible to navigate. " Anyone there! Hello!" He cried out, but only the echo of his voice answered him.
No light could be seen nearby, and he wondered how far he got from the others.
He had gone after a hound while they were hunting, and in a moment of excitement, found himself separated from his group and men, all alone in a forest he knew nothing of.
His only weapons were the bow and arrows on his back, not that he would be able to use them once he wouldn't be able to see past his fingertips.
More than once, his feet caught on roots and rocks, sending him face-first to the ground.
He pulled up and continued calling for help, hoping that someone might hear him or that a hound would find him. Though he hoped the latter wouldn't mistake him for prey.
