When Alone In the Wild

When in the deep wild woods you suspect someone or thing up ahead or some thing or someone is behind you then the hairy ghosts will enter your heart, then you will smell the thick blood of fear. What if that crow is not a pterodactyl for now, it could shape shift at any moment. What if, on a scant track, a killer awaits up ahead already aware of you stalking it, will it turn to attack or lay a trap? Should you hunker down, hide? Nature is a trickster, all the beasts are well camouflaged - you are not, The hairy ghosts know if you are in trouble, but they don't speak, they only tremble with fear or anticipation.