Winter had been walking for what seemed to be forever when he heard a rustle in the bushes next to him. He looked over, fearful it was the guardian, but was pleasantly surprised by a little squirrel. He wiped the sweat from his brow while giving a sigh of relief before stepping forward again. As soon as he set his foot down, he heard rustling again and looked back to where the squirrel had been. With it's absence, he realized the rustling was coming from somewhere else all together. He prepared to spring away moments too late, and a huge net trap flung him up into the air, captured. All he could do was wait for his captor to discover him, dangling there helplessly.