Camp at night

Crickets chirp in the distance as fireflies roam in the cold night. A dense fog rises from the underwood as shreds of milky mist hang in the dessicated trees. You huddle together around the dancing flame wavering in the dark. As you try to cheer yourself up, you cannot but hear hostile murmurs going louder behind the creeping fog. Your mind projects visions of hungry wolves hiding in the shadows, glowing eyes staring at you and crawling legs in the thicket. You will soon understand why you should fear the night.