Spencer let out a content sigh. He looked out from the big treehouse in the middle of his territory, at his territory. It had taken some time to bring the place back to how it was. The trees were full of houses, big enough for two people to live in, that were made of wood and rested on multiple sturdy branches. He looked down at the outhouses and the giant, round party table, suited to seat up to 70 people at once. The storage hut, the cooking area, and the party clearing. He looked over towards where the woods got deeper and denser, knowing of the absolute terrors that lied in them. All of them ruled by an evil, dark entity. And finally, he looked up at the sky, seeing that it was late. Spencer slipped on his sleeping cap and went inside to go to bed. He needed to be ready for tomorrow's chores. Spencer oh-so-hated chores.