(THE FEELING OF BEING ALONE IN THE WOODS)

She marveled at its vastness. Thick, damp branches creaked and swayed, dripping swirls of leaves over her. Pitch shadows darkened the woods. It was a darkness that crept with whispers, shifts, madness, and fear. Her hood of red captured the little heat that remained within her. Aawooo! Shivers chased through her. Breath sharp and dry in her throat, she sped forward away from the offensive threat of attack. Safety was scarce. Hope was stripped from her as the wolf sauntered towards her. What big eyes he had. His stare was chilling and oppressive, with the body-binding effect that was impossible to escape. Feral teeth flashed. Teeth smiling excitedly at the coming contact to flesh. Little Red whimpered at her foreseen future, squeezing her eyes closed. The wolf had won.