Woods had been scary for a long time. Ever since things changed, ever since the dead began to come back, the woods held scarier things than bears. The trees hid things, and Clementine knew better than to go anywhere near them alone.

Paradisa, however, was different. Without the snow, she was free to explore the places that had been too difficult for her to wade through before.

It was pretty, and Clementine happily stopped to inspect a tree with a low branch. Maybe if she were more adventurous, she'd climb it...