Outside the tent the night was as dark as the fur of a feral panther. Cold slunk around like a cat, creeping into my sleeping bag cocoon. Somewhere out in the darkness an owl hooted. Another replied, their calls entwining to make a ghost-like symphony. The whole tent trembled with my fear. Suddenly the zip of the tent began to slide, slowly being prized open by something. There was a thud as that something landed at my feet. Shaking, I looked up to see two menacing golden eyes gleaming from the light of my lamp, staring into mine.