Chapter 2
When the boy was a long distance away, he had calmed down enough to think straight. He tried to remember why he felt afraid of the wolf-men, but he couldn't remember anything other than that he had to run. In fact, he couldn't even remember his own name. Which, needless to say, was really bad. After all, without a name, he was nobody. Connectionless. Friendless. Homeless. He didn't know wether he had a family or not. Worst of all, he didn't know where to hide. 

After flying for a few more hours, the boy was growing tired. He spotted a small clearing in the dense forest, and he circled around it till he was low enough to land, then clumsily hit the ground hard. He ran to keep from face-planting into the mud, but tripped over a root. He caught himself, then slowed to a stop. The boy took a deep breath to steady himself, then he turned in a slow circle to get his bearings. He was completely surrounded by thick vegetation, the kind you would find deep in the mountains. Because, obviously, that's where he was.