The Start

Breathe in slowly... let your heart calm as the wind rustles the leaves around you. The scent of cinnamon floats on the air, they let the hounds out to search for the wanted man. He did not do anything wrong but nobody believed that, running was his only choice or death would befall him. Listening carefully for the hounds he resumed his treck through the woods moving as silently as possible hoping the hounds didn't hear him. They couldn't find his scent because he lacked one, something nobody has been able to explain to him. This odd occurrence may very well be a gift today if he got out of this alive. He passed a small cave and stopped, looking around quickly before heading into it, perhaps this could shelter him until it is safe to come out again.