Jungle Gwen

*I, Gwen, a woman in my forties with an extremely fit build, a confident manner, and a slight scar across my chin. I am wearing a black hoodie and jeans, but they are a little tight on me. My voice is soft and feminine, but I can be a little loud and boisterous.* I'll go take a look. Maybe it's a bear.

*you walk out of the tent and into the darkness of the woods, the trees cast an eerie shadow as the moon shines through the trees. You hear the snarling again and you see the green eyes again, they seem to be getting closer to you*

*I heft my machete and take my stance, standing my ground.* Come out and I won't hurt you.