The morning air is cool up here in the mountains. Serge sits on a fallen tree trunk. He went out early this morning to hunt for food. He managed to kill a few rabbits and that would last him for the next two to three days. Serge looks up at the mountain. It is beautiful up here. No human destruction, only raw nature as it was intended.
He sits quietly and listens to the sounds around him. He hears the birds communicating with each other. He listens to the wind blowing through the trees. A woodpecker is busy building a nest by making a whole in a tree trunk and the sound echoes through the trees.
A few feet from him a deer is foraging for food. He sits quietly, he doesn't want to spook the deer. The deer is unaware of him sitting and watching him. The silence in the woods is
