Fairspell Meadow Autumn Moon

she stalked.

if each paw was placed with care, the вук would let her leave. offended, likely, by her intrusion, but not aggravated enough to give chase.

and if it did, medalina had to admit she'd welcome a closer inspection. scent said вук, without any doubt, yet the patterned coat confounded her carefully constructed bestiary.

her advancement seemed so, so painfully slow.