Into The Jungle

Even though there were three stars hanging lazily overhead, their light could still not completely pierce the heavy and thick leaves of the forest. 

In fact, I would have gone as far as saying it was far more like a jungle than the verdant oaks and trees I was used to walking through forests in the countrysides of the UK. 

"I don't like it in here," I said under my breath, my voice hushed and tense. 

Something had the hair on the back of my neck and down my arms standing up on end. I didn't know if it was just because I was walking through a dark and gloomy jungle or if there was something actually out there, but something had me seriously on edge. 

"No, neither do I," Yr'Arl replied, going so far as to drop his usual formal greeting, "My predatory senses, passed down through many millennia of evolution, are telling me that something is stalking us."

Well, that was a terrifying thought.