A pair of feet resting on the floor beside him jumped and shuffled with a sleepy gasp. The chair groaned and the top of a human head popped into view, peering at him upside down. It chortled and vanished while the feet crossed over each other.

It was an entirely different world here in the forest – waves of delicious, foreign smells rolled around him from all directions, each distinct enough that he could focus on one without losing the others.

The forest fell silent again. Rusty’s thoughts immediately engulfed him - a wild life away from humans. Catching food instead of eating whatever he was given. And fighting other animals, from what he inferred. It was risky, certainly, but at the same time he couldn’t help but be intrigued.