Lost Creek Hollow to be calm, when you've found something going on

oh gods no, sionnach was not stealthy. she had all the stealth of a pig wading through a track of mud. she was about as incognito as the criminal impression of a cat pawprint on a freshly baked pie; she would be easy to stalk even for a wolf with the visual mastery of a bat.

marching off through the undergrowth, sionnach mistakenly believed she was alone. she paused with a snort as she saw a slant of light spill through the arms of an oak. beneath it, in the shaft of brilliant yellow pylons, there was a large toad-stool.. it looked as if was sitting there for eons, waiting for sionnach to discover it. she gasped delightedly at her discovery and started a rough canter towards it.