The little fox acknowledged his words and nodded, prancing off into the trees and leading him quickly back to a somewhat well beaten path. Familiar, but lacking the river at his side... even so, he could see those vicious plants laying by the wayside... undisturbed and not moving as the fox led him onward through the woods. After a few minutes, the fox led him to an oddly natural looking hut in the woods. It was made entirely of trees, curved into a bizzare roof with a functioning door that the fox slipped inside, leaving it open a crack with which he could follow. There was warmth and light radiating from within.