Jack walked through the forest, his bare feet soundless against the damp soil and thick moss. Thin curls of mist rose off the forest floor. It was very muffled. Quiet. Very quiet. Perfect for some exploring.
A bird twittered in the distant twilight. It was nearly nightfall. Jack's ears picked up the faint sound of running water, and he walked towards the sound. He saw a small, crystaline brook, but where was the interesting stuff?
He heard a crack, and felt eyes on his back. It had just gotten very interesting.