Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

[table width=80%][tr][td]Her breathing slowed significantly and her darker ears draped over her small skull. It was strange, considering she was not shaking with fear like most children would be at this point. Azura was as calm as night itself; shocked and alert, yes, but never scared. It was then that she started to retreat, her paws landing on the ground as if they were mere clouds. Her form was swift to say the least as she turned without breaking a twig - instead letting the branches puncture her skin as she bit through the uncomfortable feeling. She was in no hurry anyway and she quite liked sneaking around in the dead of night.

Just as she had shifted far enough from the outer side of the bush did a nose poke in and her breath stocked soundlessly. If she had not been a born spy, she would've slapped the stranger's muzzle but knew how to keep herself hidden. She retreated further, going out through the back with mere rusting that could've been the soft wind going through it. She relocated herself calmly and hid herself in yet another bush - this one bigger and easily less dense. Flinging some more forest-bedding on her coat, she waited, quite liking this "game".[/tr][/td][/table]