The danger of the hibernal forest wasn’t a predator stalking through the snow. Nor was it a fast-moving stream, or sudden forest fire. It was stagnation. No great bear or silent pack of wolves would kill you. Your inability to get food or escape would be sufficient. The people living at the perimeter of the forest, because no one lived in it, claimed that there was a malevolent intelligence to the place that did its best to first draw travelers onto the winding paths between the soft pines and then lure the deeper into the forest to freeze to death.