While many used the forests simply for traveling purposes, simply staying within it was a common thing for some. A certain humanoid fox, for example, was prone to making such places his home. After all, 'twas a type of place that he fit in much better than the cities of the realm, as much for his form as for his general detachment from many of the niceties of normal society.
Strange, perhaps, that he was a fire mage to boot... but it wasn't yet something that had become any particular issue. Except perhaps with the family that had disowned him, but that was a different story altogether.
Whatever the case, he was comfortable here, even in the impending hours of dusk. Wolves and bears and the like weren't likely to hurt him... probably... for the fact that he was one of them, of a sort, and a certain degree stronger for the most part. Without that worry, he could go along without incident, curiosity and wanderlust standing as the only true driving forces behind his treks. 'Twas the 'curiosity' part that had him reach the particular point he was at... a scent, specifically, that he'd started to follow quite shortly ago. But one of many that were unfamiliar to him, which meant something, or someone, new to see!
Onward, then, to sate it. After all, whatever he came across, it wasn't as if he'd be worried about anything. Particularly not the hints of the smell of something burning; likely just a campfire, and no worry for a fire mage, whatever it was.
