Blacktail Deer Plateau From The Ashes

If Vaettir had been asked if she knew she was being stalked, she would have given a resounding no, in response. 

It was the high-pitched, puppy war cry that sparked her attention, ears perked and body alert, but when the boy galloped up and plopped himself into a play bow with a snap of his little teeth, the Crone smiled, knowing at once everything was fine - and wagged her tail, dropping easily into a nimble play-bow of her own with a soft whuff and gentle nip of her jaws on the empty air between them both.