Lion King

In the cold weather and on the damp ground, the group stumbled and peered through the bushes and wilds of the Green Forest. Their clothes had been torn from many places, as they walked through and between the narrow nooks and crannies of the jungle. The trees were densely packed and sharp and thorny, ripping their clothes bit by bit from their bodies. Now and then the thorns would dig into their flesh, and drops of blood would paint their ragged clothes.

It was hard to find a wide open space in between the forest, and if they found one, another magical beast would have already captured it, and to get the ownership of the place, they would kill the beast and rest at the place every while.