Blackfoot Forest a fog rolls in

It is nightfall, an eerie enough time when one ventures into Blackfoot Forest. As if the haunting shrieks of the foxes that make the forest their home is not unnerving enough, a thick fog has rolled in. Visibility has decreased to mere feet in front of those that are unlucky enough to be trapped within the forest... Dark figures seem to move just beyond the edge of clarity, but that could simply be the swaying of the trees. The shrieks of foxes seem to have intensified, as if inspired by the chilly and misty atmosphere.