Caterpillar found himself somewhere in the woods. There were birds chirping, but for the most part his ears were focused on each step he took. It wasn't that he didn't like Ozland -- he simply wanted to get out and travel a bit, since he never truly had the opportunity to do so before. He wanted to see the new lands that he found himself in, and the woods were beautiful.

He, of course, noted that they were different from his home land, but then again everything looked different to him now. Knave had been enormous before, and while the man was still large, it was in a much different way than it had been before. He found that the entire world, his entire perception of the world, was much different now that he was a man.

Either way, he was walking casually down the path, counting his footsteps. Four hundred and nine, four hundred and ten... As he counted he realized that his head was starting to clear -- something that he would no doubt have to take care of soon.

Caterpillar was, well, in the process of..."letting his mind go." He had been traveling for a while now with no particular destination in mind. Of course, he kept getting side-tracked every so often, but somehow he always found his way back to the path that he'd been taking.

At the moment he was resting against an old tree, smoking something that smelled...slightly sweet, yet not. Spices, maybe...But then again, with this particular man, it'd be hard to tell just what might be in his pipe. Yes, his pipe. Because his hooka would take too long to put together, and he'd have to dig out the pieces and well...He's being lazy. It's been a long day, after all, and walking does tend to take the wind out of his sails, so to speak.