Hideaway Strath stood on it to make him stop

Chanel was wandering again, humming a lovely melody as she wove through treetrunks and foliage. When she caught the scent of a nearby male, her heartbeat quickened with some nervousness. It was a silly thing, to still be awkward around strangers who were men- but Mother and Father had hammered such caution into her so, and still she felt some anxiousness. It wasn't all bad- it was like butterflies in her stomach, always wondering whether those strangers were the Prince Charmings of fairytales, or as rotten as Father had always painted them to be. Gathering her confidence, she would err on the optimistic side, and move towards the source of the scent all the while singing her wordless melody like Snow White. A glimpse of brown fur through the trees- and she paused with a single slim leg lifted delicately into the air, waiting curiously as her voice came to a halt, and too uninformed to assume him associated with the inbred religious fanatics of the other day.