"Ever since he was little, he loved to walk in the daylight, when everybody in the burrow was slumbering. Used to sneak out to sit on the hills and glare into the distance, he wondered what may lie behind the borders of the Territory. Soon after his family started to talk about marrying him with the lumberjack's daugher, he knew there is no coming back to the red oak. His burrow, the place where he was born and raised. The direction was clear, he saw it in his dreams, but he had no idea..."
First painting in a series of paintings for a small story I am currently working on.