Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

Occasionally she would think she saw a glimmer of red somewhere in the near-distance, though her eye could never focus on it for long.  She drew her tongue across her lips as her eyes narrowed, but ultimately she would return to licking at the tree.

It was only when she heard a distinctive slip, the sound of a paw slipping through mud and brush, that her head whipped up.  She stood, brows raised as she hurried towards the sound, scenting the air.

There she was.  Embarrassed, she licked the rest of the sap from her lips before she called out, Hey, who's there?