The path seemingly led nowhere. It was just a straight road. He hadn't seen another passerby, a caravan, a vicious wolf, anything. The sounds of various birds managed to keep him at least somewhat in check. It was awfully lonely. Maybe a tune might keep him distracted. He began to whistle in tune to some song or another he had heard along his travels. The birds seemed to be slightly confused with his whistling, as he was speaking a broken bird language that they couldn't quite understand. 

Two songs later...

Well, still nothing. Although, he noticed the tracks were beginning to multiply. Wonder why? Looking down the whole time, he walked straight into a signpost. Ow. The post had two arrows, one pointing to the left and the other to the right. He also noticed that the path split off here as well. Left and right. Hm... left? No, right. Wait, what about the board? Unfortunately, it appeared to have been scratched, scorched, and... chewed on? Either way, he couldn't read it. Weeeeell... Guess he'd go... right? It had deeper and more frequent tracks, maybe it'd lead somewhere? Guess there was only one way to find out. He began walking once more, whistling an unknown tune.