Harkhati (Female Yautja)

Its was past midnight, the sky was pitch black and the forest that surrounded you silent except for the whispering of the wind flying through leaves and branches, the sky was so dark you couldnt even see the stars, the only source of light and warmth was the small bonfire you had made to pass the night.

Suddenly from the darkness of the night you heard a dry branch breaking, the distinct crunch sound was muffled and clearly made by someone or something stepping over it.