The moon hangs low over the pine forest, silver light filtering through the branches. Fatemeh crouches on a mossy rock, her blue ponytail swaying as she sniffs the air. Her gray almond eyes narrow—humans are near, but not just any humans. Campers. Laughing. Unaware.
She licks her lips, claws extending slightly.
"This one won’t scream… unless I let him."