The Hunter stretched out his left arm, adjusting his spiked bracelet at the same time, then plopped to the ground, his back leaning up against a tree. Appreciating his surroundings, he picked up a handful of cherry blossom leaves from the ground next to him and slowly let them flow out of his hand, watching them blow away in the wind. A smirk grew on his face, it wasn't common for him to have down time to just appreciate nature.
A faint rustling of leaves was heard in the distance, he looked toward the source of the noise but thought nothing of it; unaware that it was seed making the noise.
(The events that lead to my current avatar are centures ahead of my last in-story avatar, so I don't know if your forest still stands and how you're faring at this point in the probable future. The offer is appreciated, though.)