Blackfeather Woods song of susannah

She stepped out and the game was over. The boy remained where he was and teetered, unsure if he wanted to scold himself more for getting distracted again and not finding her, or if he wanted to be happy that she hid herself well. That she had played this game with him and it had been fun. He went with the latter only because he was more inclined to be easy going than grumpy.

"Good! Hiding good!" He called out to her as he padded forward to meet her, his catlike steps quiet except for the faintest ticking of his nails against the stone. Something that could not be avoided unless, like a cat, he could retract them.

"What are you doing now?"