Stavanger Bay give in to me

She'd been watching him, her live-scent hidden in all the old scents she'd laid around the pampas grove. Whenever Szymon came around lately, she would steal quickly away and watch from where he could not see. He'd wanted time to himself, she knew - somehow, she just knew - and Doe was determined to give it to him. But she knew herself well enough, and knew that Szymon could easily be drawn from his path, if she showed up and begged.

So she resisted temptation for them both, never revealing herself but still waiting, just as she'd promised.

And today was the day. Something had told her that almost before he arrived - but when he came near singing, a strange variation of his name-sound rumbling past his lips, Doe knew that it was time. He wanted her to come back, of course she would. Of course.

But it would not be that easy. Oh, no. He'd kept her waiting far too long.

Crouching low, Doe crept silently toward her quarry, who was too distracted looking for her that he would probably not hear her approach. She waited one heartbeat, two, and then sprang, her lithe body almost flying as she crossed the two-bounds-and-a-hop distance to Szymon. Instead of barrelling into him, she jumped over his back, letting her paws and teeth touch him for an instant before springing quickly away.

Darting toward the surf, Doe hid herself in the waves and watched once more, her tail kicking up foam and sand as it flipped excitedly behind her. "Ka-ka'yi," she scolded the pale boy, correcting his atrocious pronunciation. "You kept me waiting."

But her eyes were smiling, and her pride was not so strong to keep her from him forever - even now, she itched to be near him again.