you look at yourself your a woman slender with freckles you wearing what seems to a a tank top and jeans with hiking boots and a heavy backpack. you whip around at the sound of branches snapping and rustling leaves. the scent of dog come heavy in the air but it's stronger…more musty. it sounds like it coming form your left…you go to your right moving slowly, whatever you heard sounded big…you do NOT want to provoke it's hunting instinct by stupidly running you have a large hunting knife on your belt which was supposed to be for cutting vines and tall grass out of your way and you walked through the forest…but judging form how eerily quiet the woods are it would be more then some handheld weed whacker. your long russet curls mov dint your face as you carefully move away from the noise. your thankful your knife is silver.as you move along carefully you hear a growl…now you Know there is going to be trouble. you have two choices now.
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