Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get the guy?

Vague about whoever is watching him

It was supposed to be his bedtime, but little Gideon had slept too late into the morning and napped too long in the afternoon. After bouncing off the den walls for an hour straight and riling up Ezra and his cousins alike, someone finally agreed to take him for a walk to try and burn some of his energy off.

Now Gideon was bouncing along in pursuit of bugs, snapping his jaws and squealing gleefully whenever a cloud of mosquitoes or midges rose up from the grass. They headed toward the water, his escort hanging back some distance but still within eyesight to allow Gideon a little independence. He knew better than to get too close to the edge, anyway.

His bounding came to a sudden halt as he realized there was another wolf dead ahead. He stood up straighter and his two tails grew rigid for a moment while he assessed the situation. The wind was in his favour; he realized he knew this scent from time spent in the den, although not as well as Heda's or Druid's or Fiona's. Still, familiarity was all it took to relax him.

All the drama and angst of Rivenwood truly had missed him.

With a little grin, Gideon scurried toward Anselm's backside with his eyes trained on the man's tail. He was by no means quiet about it, what with the mischievous giggling under his breath, but surely Anselm would not notice. He couldn't see Gideon, therefore, Gideon was both invisible and silent. He didn't even bother to stifle an anticipatory shriek as he pounced for Anselm's tail tip.