Larksong Grotto At It Again

Aspen spotted it first, but he only had to follow her gaze to spot the creature munching on a locust. Poor, stupid thing. Should have stayed home today. The silvery female made a suggestion, and he nodded. She was less likely to be detected, and his paws could be put to good use: trapping and grabbing. He settled down behind the truck of the closest tree, squishing himself to the ground as much as possible and keeping his eyes on her. The ragged male liked watching her, but not to check her out or anything. He simply liked watching her graceful movements, the way she did things. It was just somehow intriguing, creepy as it could be taken. Aspen just had this kind of aura that drew him to her.