the haunting

sorry for the wait!

that scent was on the breeze -- much too young to understand what he was smelling, Casmir was drawn nevertheless. He had seen the thin ribbon of her appearance standing in the mire with Mordecai -- he was interested to spot the wolf's features now. having slipped over the borders again, the boy trotted in the direction of the fragrance. 

he spotted her as he climbed a rise and stood with lolling tongue and raised hackles. he did not know her; moreover she acted strangely, but Casmir bravely approached all the same. "Who're you!?"