Blackfoot Forest Here I am, I've come so far.

Silence. Eerily quiet, and a chill begun the prickling of guard hairs behind his raven ears as he struggled to shake the discomfort of being watched. Teeth gritted, Venamis felt the toughened hide at his nape shudder in attempt to rid himself of the feeling, but it simply trailed along the length of his spine.

Fear was real and, despite his smart mouth and  pride, it tightened it's cold grip at his chest. He did not stop when a low voice spoke up from behind him, instead quickened his stride with fresh determination to get the hell away from whatever spooky bastard saw fit to fuck with him.