Boartusk Heights the thing (1982)

fishing for a @Soleon but 'tis aw for a reason

little unlatched shadow crept along the edges of the kingdom. coming closer. running far.

each step followed by pause to listen, smell, taste a presence on the wind. then retreat. rushing stick-thin legs back where it was plausible to stay.

then return to again pluck an opportunity to come nearer, looking with raven-eyes for the sign she'll know when seen.

like today, passing a scentmark without fear.