Larksong Grotto “No trespassing” that’s what it said

It was in the same dark night that passed the lonely girl's bright peering, that a long, slinking shadow approached her place of somber solace. The wolf had not intended to catch her in such a compromised position— trapped as she was in the hollow of roots she had mistaken for comfort— but he used it to his advantage all the same.

He took up residence a few feet from the mouth of her temporary enclosure, and made it impossible for her to escape without potentially being accosted by him. Though he came without sound or threat, a sort of menace was implied by his openly antagonistic positioning, and he seemed unconcerned with the idea of cornering a wild animal. There was no fear or malice to him; even his curiosity seemed waned, as he stared directly into the only thing he could see in the night-blackened alcove— her eyes— but he lingered all the same and settled onto his stomach as if for a polite conversation.

"I've got you trapped. So now what will you do?" the enigma tested cheekily.