Redhawk Caldera Words don't make the rain go

There was a chance she might simply decide not to engage with him at all and saunter off to find something more interesting. He listened to see if she moved, and when he heard quiet paw pads, he lifted his head to peek over the rock at her. 

She was almost stalking, the way she approached cautiously and quietly. She might make an excellent hunter if she had a natural knack for being stealthy, and play was an excellent way to hone those skills. 

Almost as soon as he spotted her, having come a few steps closer, he ducked his head back down again, and waited a moment. After a slight hesitation, he bobbed his head up, uttered a high pitched ”PEEK!” and then ducked his head back down again.