As we dive deeper into the forest, the paw prints seem to shimmer brighter, alerting us that we were in a potentially dangerous area.
I cringe at the sight of a poster on a rugged tree: ‘EeRiE SigHiTiNgS ArOuND HErE!’
As Raine looks at me, I fix my face back to my chill. My chill face.
We walk further and I trip.
I grab onto Raine’s hand, keeping them from falling. “What the…?!”
We peer down into the hole, and I notice the entire ground beneath us shimmering.
“Look! It’s a…fox?” I say.
