The woods, where all sorts of creatures live, wolf's howling all night, bears saliva dripping down their mouths, owls hunting for food. The cold wind brushes through the thin black trees. Not a single flesh dares to walk in this woods. But I, decided to walk through the woods. The legend says, Whoever is worthy to walk past the wood's will find the treasure of success. I walked past a bunch of trees, then I heard howling behind me I looked behind me and there it was, saliva dripping from its mouth I should have listed, once in no, way, out.
