Forest was having a polite and gentle conversation with a pine marten. His short cape, elegant costume fit the scene perfectly. He was holding his mask up in one hand and as he spoke with the wolf he held it out to one side, gesturing with it.

Beneath the mask, where his head should have been was just a blank space, an empty void. His face, his pine marten features had become the mask leaving him as little more than a talking suit of clothing.