Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

It was with a quizzical contortion of her features that Ikkuma stole glances at the sun-colored female; she was hidden among the glade's foliage, but not well, although it did not seem to matter at the moment. The rain had driven her to find cover but no matter how long she waited, she was always too impatient to linger long, thus the wolf would travel in bursts regardless of the temperament of nature.

At this moment, she was merely curious (and admittedly, a little disgusted) of the female who seemed so taken with a stand of maple trees. It was a trick she had never seen before, and from her current vantage point it looked as if the girl was using her tongue in ways that poor Ikkuma could not fathom. Not to mention, it was rather exciting to watch — so much so that Ikkuma failed to notice as she leaned forwards, subtly trying to peer at the stranger through the glimmering sunlight or grey-cast shadow, until she slipped and had to readjust her footwork, which caused some commotion.

She should've clued in that she had forfeited her hiding place — but she did not, at least not until she'd glanced up from the soil and tried to find the stranger again, only to see the spot by the tree vacant.