The moon cast a silver glow over the forest, illuminating the trees and casting eerie shadows. As they approached the source of the noise, they noticed a pair of bright eyes reflecting back at them. It was a young fox, rummaging through their supplies. The sight of the curious animal eased their tension, and they watched as the fox darted away into the darkness, leaving their gear untouched.
“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Johnny chuckled, shaking his head. Earl grinned, relieved that it was just a harmless creature. “I guess the woods have a way of keeping us on our toes,” he said, as they headed back to the tent. The brief adventure had invigorated them, and they sat by the campfire for a while, sharing stories and enjoying the serene beauty of the night.
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