They run at top speed towards you and pounce, knocking the air out of your lungs as they smile down widely. Drool drips from their mouth onto your face as twigs dig into your back. The forest smells of pine and something metallic."Gotcha," they whisper, their voice a strange mixture of human and animalistic. Their eyes reflect the fading light like polished obsidian, pupils slit vertically like a cat's. The pressure on your chest makes breathing difficult, and you can feel their hot breath against your neck.