Blackfeather Woods song of susannah

Squeak squeak!

He crooned and still she did not see him.

"He he he," more soft giggles floated her way.

She ran and without thinking he chased. Predators were prone to such reflexes — prey was a thing to be caught. Still young and still developing his control over his faculties, the boy was not even aware that he had broke his sneaking until he came to an abrupt halt around the next corner, having seen... well, nothing. The pale she-wolf was gone and for that, and for chasing, he chided himself.

"Stupid," he grumbled.

Euron was quick to put aside his set back. He narrowed his eyes and started to scrutinize every last inch of the chamber, seeking the glow of her white pelt among the shadows. But there were more distractions here, and in no time at all his focus started to waver once more, with his roaming gaze lingering on the different features of the cave, and on the sun that poured into it.