Following - Kindda Poem

The woods are dark from the night,
The trees standing out black against everything.
My bare feet step slowly on the wet ground, the tall grass, the slight crunch of leaves as I move.
Howls are heard in the distance, fading from closer to far away, like eerie music to set the mood.
I can feel the cold wind blowing through my hair, but I do not break my pace. Nor do my eyes shift at the sounds of things moving around me. Across the river next to me, I glimpse shadows moving and darting around trees, disappearing out of sight, then the flash of eyes in the darkness, but I do not look, the chills running up my spine force me not too.
I walk faster as the things across from me pick up pace, suddenly caught in a urge to follow them, though I still won't look at them. Unknown to me what they are.
I can feel rain falling all around me, the ground around me becomes harder to move through, bush's and trees thicker the farther I go. But I can't stop, not anymore.
The howls so far away before seem to ring in my ears now. Echoing around my mind, just barley starting to fade before the next one sounds, louder then the one before.
Soon, I'm running, unable to find a reason why, and in honesty, not wanting to.
My feet touch the ground for a split second before I'm flying in the air again, drenched from head to foot. I feel myself leap over logs, and my feet slip over fallen branch's, not thinking anymore, just pushed to keep moving, faster, farther away.
I feel my mind darken, but I let it, not wanting to stop. I follow the howls into the night, letting the feeling of almost flying take over, next to me I can feel the shapes in the darkness, watching me, guiding me.