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Rue peered through the branches, watching as the child alerted toward her bush and then fell into a crouch. She smiled. Sphyra had good instincts-- she did none of that puppyish barrel-straight-for-the-thing while barking and wagging everywhere. She took a defensive stance, and she waited. She investigated. 

She pounced. 

Rue tiptoed quickly backwards, keeping the bush directly in between her position and Sphyra's line of sight. Her goal was to make it behind another bush without the child spotting her. 

She backed straight into a tree, so the tree would have to do. Rue ducked around the tree and stilled, listening for any approaching footfalls or accusing shouts of "Aunt WOO!" that would indicate that she had been seen.