A cold shiver rushed up my spine as my skin decorated itself goosebumps. My snake like eyes widened; my pupils thinned, and they scanned through the surrounding trees breathing in every detail. Dark brown leaves melted to the damp earth below me, and the smell of mold and morning dew flooded my senses. I flexed my needle like fingers as if they were claws and held my dagger as if an extension of m...