'Did you hear that?'
Echte Sinte was beyond stressed. It was way too dark for his taste and Otters mental state wasn't any better off. Even though he tried not to show it, he wanted to leave these woods as quickly as possible.
'The forest, man..." the little dalmatian uttered 'normal, i guess...'
The lights of their lamp was constantly casting menacing shadows all around them. But now it flickered.
A carpet of moss, trees everywhere, somewhere above them an owl cried angrily.
Who was watching them?

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