If you go into the Woods
Hmm can't copy prompt
charisstoma, but here's the first paragraph:
Ok, there was definitely someone in the bushes. Mason ran a tired hand over his face, scratching his beard, it was leaning more towards wild-man that hipster chic but that was the appeal of this place; it was supposed to be quiet. There'd been a strange light earlier and a random hiker wasn't unheard of, but Mason had picked a heavily wooded area right off the beaten track, not for the faint hearted. The bushes moved again, it was too big for the local wildlife and not many animals lay claim to the bright blue eyes he'd glimsed when his fire sparked. Checking the fire was safe Mason stretched nonchantly and huffed under his breath when the bushes stilled. Yep he had a peeper!
Ok, there was definitely someone in the bushes. Mason ran a tired hand over his face, scratching his beard, it was leaning more towards wild-man that hipster chic but that was the appeal of this place; it was supposed to be quiet. There'd been a strange light earlier and a random hiker wasn't unheard of, but Mason had picked a heavily wooded area right off the beaten track, not for the faint hearted. The bushes moved again, it was too big for the local wildlife and not many animals lay claim to the bright blue eyes he'd glimsed when his fire sparked. Checking the fire was safe Mason stretched nonchantly and huffed under his breath when the bushes stilled. Yep he had a peeper!