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Reshy stumbled out of the burrow confused and slightly distraught. He was not comfortable with being compelled to leave, not that he really understood what just happened. 
He found himself outside and alone. He raised a hand to shield his watery eyes from the bright light above him while his pupils slowly adjusted, tightening to new levels for the very first time. Tilting his head back he sniffed, welcoming the peculiar fresh air into his nostrils. There were wisps and untraceable trails of his brethren that had already left before him, besides that it was all strange and new. 

Somewhere in amongst all the newness and first time experiences, there was a faint recognition of certain things that had no right to be there. 

Bewildered by the tall trees reaching to the open sky, a vast contrast to his closed in dark den, Reshy seeks the tallest most inviting one and starts to climb. Steady and slowly at first, testing the branches and himself. Maybe there would be food up there that the others missed. Perhaps the vantage would let him see what the others didn’t. Either way, he didn’t care. Hunger pains now a constant dull ache. His clawed fingers scrapping on the bark. 
So his climb started.