Larksong Grotto Go ahead, make my day

He either hadn't noticed her yet or he didn't care. Diantha liked to think it was the first, and she hoped to keep it that way. The way he carried himself reeked of ego, and though she was too far away to hear him chuckle to himself, she did see his sides flutter with motion. It made her pause, putting more distance between them as he continued his march onward.

The girl lowered her body to the ground, taking care to ensure that she was well-hidden from the wolf she stalked. It was an exercise in patience and stealth, two skills she hoped would help her in future endeavors.