Hideaway Strath the prank was murder

Just as she was sure he was going to catch up to her, he comes to a stop and shouts. Her ears twitch upon her head and she curves once, rounding the corner to make sure he’s still within sight. When she gets the chance and comes to a stop herself, several feet away, she knits her brows together in confusion. Mallaidh spits out the stick and promptly puts her paw on top of it. Mine, she postures. “You tryna take mine,” she tells him, narrowing her eyes over the distance to gauge his reaction.