The pale light of the full moon shone through the thick layers of foliage that shielded the mossy forest floor. The eerie hoot of an owl could be heard clear as day, carried across the silence by the cold night wind. Branches snapped and leaves rustled, breaking the still of the cool night. A young man and woman running together, hand in hand emerged through the treeline. Their giggles were infectious, high on endorphins and drunk on alcohol as they wandered aimlessly, content to go anywhere and nowhere so long as they were together. 

From the valley below the mountainside forest, smoke rose and the glow of the bonfire could be seen against the distant foliage even though the din of the distant party couldn't be registered by mere human ears.