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The night air is crisp and cold so when I inhale it feels like a million tiny needles are stabbing my lungs. The moon is bright and the stars glitter in the midnight sky. It is eerily quiet in the woods. The meager light filters through the canopy causing a murky green haze to float in the air.

A distant howling makes her jerk awake. She quickly sits up and pokes her head outside the tent. She glances around and seeming satisfied that she had seen no one lurking in the shadows, she walks to the fire and starts poking at the ashes. With a triumphant smile as the flame catches, she sits on a nearby log. As the flames burn brighter and brighter, everything outside the clearing plunges into darkness.

She whistles a merry tune in an attempt to ease her nerves. Not many lasted the night out here. They usually run home screaming and crying in terror. She had come here on a dare, too headstrong and proud to "chicken out". So sure of herself and her bravery. Now she would pay.

I can picture your expression, the fear glinting in your eyes, your pulse quickening as that last line sinks in. But you still haven't asked the most important question yet. Who's perspective is this story being told from? Not the girl's. There isn't another human around for miles.

A nearer howl makes the girl shriek in horror, as I jump into the clearing, growling and snapping at her. I see her eyes flicker to my sharp teeth, and she shudders.

"Nice doggy," she says in a shaky attempt at a soothing voice. I howl again, and lunge for her.

She dodges to the left, and I snarl in rage. She was close to hysterics, hyperventilating. I smelt the metallic scent of cold raw fear. It wouldn't be long now. I leap again and she quickly picks up a branch and hits me with it. I roll away from her, out of range, and growl. I fake left and she curls into a ball, screaming. I went in for the kill. She never had a chance.

My teeth sink into her flesh. Her body goes rigid, then still. I lift my face from the girl's neck, her freshly spilled blood glowing black in the moonlight, and howl my victory to the night.