In the distance, a wolf howled. At least, I hoped it was a wolf.
I kept moving, going as fast as I could in the moonlight, not wanting to trip or break anything.
Another howl, this one closer.
I started moving quicker, throwing caution away as I tried to get away from the howling faster.
And indeed, a root managed to trap my foot, causing me to go over, my foot breaking, my face getting cut.
As I crawled, a dark figure approached from the shadows.
So it turned out not to be a simple timber wolf.
Lucky, lucky me...
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