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As Nicholas leaped throughout the forest, his movements and shockwaves were startling much of the life he would come across. Birds and other flying species flew off when he came near, and down at the forest floor, small to medium sized animals scurried off deeper into the forest. The calls from many of the frightened animals could be heard as they fled.
 
As the rest of the survivors began making their way through the forest, the calls of the wildlife that would normally sing through the humid air now remained silenced thanks to Nicholas' shockwaves frightening the forest inhabitants. Only a few animals murked about in the undergrowth; those that typically remained silent or chose to hide rather than run away. The survivors would thus not encounter much in the way of fauna; an occassional lizard might have scurried through the nearby foliage, or a small herbivore bound away deeper into the forest. The trees overhead provided excellent shade from the heat of the sun, casting a vast shadow that stretched across the forest floor, speckled with rays of sunlight that managed to pierce through between the leaves.
 
"It is indeed, especially when there isn't anything trying to eat us." Nicholas commented while still jumping around and looking for a good, defensible spot to stay in.
 
Jumping through the canopy, Nicholas would find that the forest would continue on for several miles across the terrain, trees coating the ground and giving the impression that he was travelling through a sea of leaves. Further in the distance, however, there seemed to be a small clearing, a part of the land untouched by the trees.
 
"Probably the best we can do today. With how long we've been walking around, it could be dark soon."

[How long have we been going inverse?]
 
The momentary trip to the clearing was more or less uneventful; there was no fauna around that seeked to give the survivors any trouble, and the terrain offered no obstacles that the survivors couldn't bypass.

Stepping into the clearing, the survivors could see that the open space in the forest was of a decent size; at best, the clearing was big enough that it could contain three school buses and still have a small bit of space to spare. Dark green grass coated the ground, the plants reaching the survivors' shins. Near the center of the clearing lay part of a huge old tree, roughly 16 feet long and 7 feet in diameter. The tree was rotting and decayed, overcome by vegetation that was beginning to cover it. Were one to look closely, they could see ants crawling along the bark of the tree in an orderly fashion, many carrying blades of leaves in their mandibles.
 
"So how do we go about making the glass shelter? We can melt sand with the lava but its gonna be hard to shape or support it."
 
The survivors would proceed to get to work in building their shelter over the course of the day. As time passed by, the group cooperated in constructing walls of glass that reached several feet in the air. Designed to be thick and durable, the walls allowed plenty of space for the survivors to dwell within. The shelter was positioned several meters by the fallen tree, the ants still working tirelessly and utterly disregarding the humans' actions. Occassionally, an animal would peek out from the forest to investigate the odd noises made by the survivors' actions, before disappearing back into the woods.
 
Nicholas sits down in the newly constructed house. "So, what should we do now? We've got somewhere to come back to at least."
 
"Food ..... definitely food." My stomach helpfully growling in emphasis. "Only problem there is where we get it and if it will eat us instead."
 
"Right, well, my movements are likely to scare away most potential living food, so should we just look for them normally or what?"
 
Blinking at my companions for a few seconds, I push myself up from my place on the floor and head for the exit.

"**** it, lets see how this goes."
 
Unfortunately, however, Donte would find that there was nothing to find in the clearing; there was no fauna in sight aside from the ants crawling atop the fallen log. The distant calls of some of the native life were too far away to be located in a timely fashion.
 
Stepping back inside to avoid another graboid incident, I try to recall if there were any fruits or such during our trip through the forest.
 
While Donte was deep in thought, several pterosaurs flew overhead, close to the treetops. Of the Azhdarchidae family, these predators were roughly the size of albatrosses, with whitish gray protofeathers covering their bodies, and black wings that gave them flight. Each of the azhdarchids were carrying multiple fish in their beaks, some of the fish still squirming vainly. The archosaurs were flying to the survivors' right, somewhere further down through the forest.
 
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