A Hounded Night

A man walked up to the entrance dark forest, his hands in his trouser pockets. Though it wasn't apparent by his casual attitude, his gaze was unusually grim. The fact 'she' was in danger, alone speaks to the volume of risk here.

Though he very much preferred to not put anyone in danger, he was also aware of his limitations therefore he wasn't alone this time. 

"Are you sure she is here?"

Matt skipped over the question as he gazed unblinkingly at the dense woodland in front of him which was giving creepy vibes in the night. The cold air seems to be blowing from inside the thicket, rubbing against the skin. Eyes and nose stung but more than that Matt was skeptical of the unsettling feeling he was getting from his gut.