King Elk Forest Gitchee Gitchee Goo

She had not expected to find herself anywhere near the borders that day, nor had she expected to hear the tiny sound that sent her hackles on end. For a moment, she was still; the tiny sound so soft and out of place among the silence, she imagined that she had almost imagined it. Carefully, slowly, she made her way toward the sound, pausing only when a brief flicker of movement confirmed it. It was after a moment poised that she approached, woofing softly in turn and moving to stand in sight of the stranger, now determined to be a small girl.