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The forest was eerily quiet. Moonlight shined through the trees, touching the forest floor. It would have been beautiful if not for the seeming lack of life save for the plants.

It was relatively untouched by Muggles and Magical Folk alike, which made it seem untamed. They liked it that way.

The few travelers that did make it through only traveled during the day. At night, the forest seemed like a tomb they said.

It gained the name, The Forest. Nobody dared to call it anything else because it seemed like the Forest was always listening and watching.

Muggles had tried to cut it down but the machinery either died or exploded. More persistent people found themselves impaled on branches.

A great many legends sprung up about The Forest.

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A rabbit ran swiftly through the underbrush. Moonlight glinted off of the dark fur as they hopped over an exposed tree root.

The forest held its breath.

Another set of paws followed quickly, barely making a sound. That hardly mattered since it was the scent that gave the predator away.

The rabbit ran into a burrow. The creature stopped at the entrance, sniffing. A furry head poked in, dark amber eyes trained on the rabbit.

The rabbit squealed and ran into a tunnel leading deeper into the burrow.

Surprisingly, the creature followed. The size of the tunnels didn't hinder the chase in the slightest.

The rabbit took many twists and turns through the burrow, but it didn't throw off the predator at all.

When the rabbit leaped out of the burrow, that's when the creature struck.

Screaming, the rabbit squirmed, trying to throw them off. One paw managed to claw up the predator's face, making them cry out out angrily and tear into the rabbit's throat, cutting off the screaming that echoed through the forest.

With blood streaming down her muzzle, the small wolf stood over her prey and let out a terrifying howl that sounded similar to the rabbit's screaming. Then she dragged the corpse into the darkness.