It's difficult to be silent when the ground is covered in snow and ice. Underneath that old twigs and leaves moan and squeak and snap when disturbed, but I do my best. The low hanging branches tug at my clothes. [i]Ooh, if I find just one tear in these later, just one, I'll show you what for, forest,[/i] I silently threaten. The sounds of movement grow closer and I begin to slow down. For some reason I can feel my tail growing tense and begining to unfurl and arch upward behind me. I can't tell you why it does that in times like these. It just does. "Ow..." I hear a man say and despite myself I jump. Now I can see them. Two people ahead of me one towering over the other. I stay low and listen.