the snow was falling in large flakes, covering the roofs of houses and dressing the dark spruce trees of the forest in white dresses. The light of the bright moon, shimmering in the clouds, seemed to warn of something, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

thoughts burdened with being the cause of heavy breathing circled around you, causing you to shudder from the strange cold in this forest. Tall trees swayed, mocking your existence, strangely quieted down when someone's eyes fell on you.

The head of the forest, cutting through the bark of the tree with his claws, watched you intently with small lights in his eyes. His breath cut through the space, declaring his inevitable presence.