The Sentinels from the other side

There was a thin crackle of noise - not too loud, but enough to alert the murmuring woman that someone was there, watching. It must have been a leaf or some other, and the sound it makes is key to discerning who stalks her this day. Light and quite crisp - one noise all at once, so it cannot belong to the footfall of a heavy wolf. There would have been a first crunch and a few more and this noise is barely there. Unless one of the adults is exceedingly lightweight, it must be a youth, Andromeda thinks.

"Come out, child, wherever you hide." She called, voice gentle and quiet as if not to disturb the silence any longer. She was taking a gamble, she knew, but what is life without risks? Ann's little shadow is indeed talented to sneak up upon her so well but she lost it at the last step, and her quarry was now vigilant and in tune with her surroundings.

She steps out of the shadows to reveal herself, long-legged and lanky with a sort of girlish charm about her. "Ah, my shadow," Andromeda coos, and she peers back at the young thing.