Forest

You linger around the campsite, eyeing the forest every few minutes. It's taunting you to enter; yet you dare not when the moon is still out. The thick canopy from the trees would surely block out the meager light offered by the moon. An hour or so passes and you have become terribly restless. Out of nowhere you hear a loud roar, identical to those let out by the beasts which you had slain the night before.