Whitefish River Lurk

She was usually fairly easy easy to find. Usually because she was crashing around like a bull making gobs of noise but right now she was quiet, creeping in the shadows of the late afternoon. She was within shouting distance of the den, but probably was at the limit of acceptable distance.

Did anyone see her vanish? She wasn't sure. She totally had a plan. Sort of. But if they didn't see exactly where she poofed to, that would help. She'd wedged herself inside a pretty thick bush, her dark brown legs becoming a few extra stalks coming up from the ground, her eyes peering out from the shadows between the leaves. For now, she was still.