In what little time Alby had spent at the island, he'd heard a crazy amount of rumours. Most were about students lashing out at each other or accounts of vandalism, subjects that weren't particularly interesting to him. But there was one rumour that did hold some value. Apparently, a few people had gotten lost in the woods and discovered a beautiful white stag that led them back. Now that was something worth investigating.
So, in true Alby fashion, he took his compass and map out of his backpack, chucked them on the floor of his room and set out to get lost in the woods. He knew the way to the woods pretty well by now, having run by it a few times. However, all bets were off once he was beyond the lake. He'd never gone there. Which was a good thing, seeing as how his goal was to get lost.
He tried going straight so that he could get as deep into the woods as possible, but the result was kind of all over the place, mostly in a diagonal. Alby had jogged through trails in the woods before, but wandering around without the trail was actually pretty inconvenient. He cut himself a few times on the random brush and the bugs certainly weren't helping anything.
After about forty minutes of walking, he finally found something. Though, on closer inspection, it wasn't a white stag, it was a wolf. Alby had never seen one in real life, so it was hard to say whether or not it was supernatural or just a regular wolf. His first instinct was to try and get a closer look. He carefully guided his way through the trees to get closer, but right when he was starting to get a good view, the wolf looked back at him, startled, and ran off.
It was pretty disappointing to say the least, but the day was still young, there was still the white stag. Or actually... Suddenly a noise came from the brush up ahead, and with a squinted look, Alby could see the wolf coming back. He looked over excitedly, before realizing that it wasn't alone. There were about six of them. It only took about a second for the nature of the situation to click, and Alby was on his way up a tree.
He got a couple meters up by the time the wolves arrived, and while they didn't seem to be capable of climbing the tree to get him, they didn't leave him alone either. They stayed at the base of the tree, pouncing at it and growling. They must've had a den nearby or something. Alby didn't really know how wolves worked.
He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures while he waited, trying to examine them, but while he was taking them, his bag fell. That was all the food he had packed, but more importantly, his journal was in there.
Ready to die for that journal, Alby started descending down the tree.
@Saber
So, in true Alby fashion, he took his compass and map out of his backpack, chucked them on the floor of his room and set out to get lost in the woods. He knew the way to the woods pretty well by now, having run by it a few times. However, all bets were off once he was beyond the lake. He'd never gone there. Which was a good thing, seeing as how his goal was to get lost.
He tried going straight so that he could get as deep into the woods as possible, but the result was kind of all over the place, mostly in a diagonal. Alby had jogged through trails in the woods before, but wandering around without the trail was actually pretty inconvenient. He cut himself a few times on the random brush and the bugs certainly weren't helping anything.
After about forty minutes of walking, he finally found something. Though, on closer inspection, it wasn't a white stag, it was a wolf. Alby had never seen one in real life, so it was hard to say whether or not it was supernatural or just a regular wolf. His first instinct was to try and get a closer look. He carefully guided his way through the trees to get closer, but right when he was starting to get a good view, the wolf looked back at him, startled, and ran off.
It was pretty disappointing to say the least, but the day was still young, there was still the white stag. Or actually... Suddenly a noise came from the brush up ahead, and with a squinted look, Alby could see the wolf coming back. He looked over excitedly, before realizing that it wasn't alone. There were about six of them. It only took about a second for the nature of the situation to click, and Alby was on his way up a tree.
He got a couple meters up by the time the wolves arrived, and while they didn't seem to be capable of climbing the tree to get him, they didn't leave him alone either. They stayed at the base of the tree, pouncing at it and growling. They must've had a den nearby or something. Alby didn't really know how wolves worked.
He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures while he waited, trying to examine them, but while he was taking them, his bag fell. That was all the food he had packed, but more importantly, his journal was in there.
Ready to die for that journal, Alby started descending down the tree.
@Saber