Blackfeather Woods Listen

He saw her look in his direction, but it seemed that she had not caught the lightlights of his fur and eyes of yet. She approached, with noise at first, silently later. He slipped away into the shadows, moving away, a smile upon his face as he was enjoying this game. He knew he would be caught; maybe she even saw him now that he moved, turning away and slipping through the woods. He moved silently, smaller and lighter than her; his ribs showing and face still sunken from the earlier famine. He was used to being silent, and so he moved away, taking care not to be too noisy. He did not move far, halting beneath the trees and turning his muzzle to look if she was still following, or had yet caught up.