Ravensblood Forest parley

firefly watched from a distance, his amber eyes catching the faint silhouette of meredith as she moved through the shadows like a ghost. he’d been following her for a while now—not because he meant to intrude, but because he couldn’t help himself. something about the way she moved, so quiet and deliberate, had captured his attention.  

she was nothing like him. where his steps were light and scattered with curiosity, hers were precise and purposeful. where his tail wagged with enthusiasm at every new discovery, hers remained still, a testament to her focus.  

as she froze, her gaze fixed on the rabbit, firefly felt his own body tense in response. he crouched low behind a bush, unwilling to disturb the scene but unable to look away. the way she hunted was almost... elegant, a quiet dance of patience and precision.  

but firefly, ever the clumsy spectator, shifted his weight slightly, and his paw landed on a brittle twig. snap. 

his heart sank as the sound echoed louder than it had any right to, and he winced, his ears flattening. the rabbit bolted, a blur of fur disappearing into the underbrush.  

oops, he muttered under his breath, stepping out from his hiding spot with an apologetic grin. uh… sorry about that.

he glanced at meredith, his tail giving a small, uncertain wag. you were amazing, though! i mean, until... well, you know. he cleared his throat awkwardly.