hide and seek

Just as Bazi had predicted, Julius and his bright-white coat disappeared from view after only a few steps. She could hear his scuttling steps ahead of her, sensed his distress levels rising.

"Be calm," she told him, her voice no more than a couple of meters away. To make herself an easier target, she sat, staring into the wispy whiteness. "I'm here." To help guide him, she began to hum - a soft, high tune that even her own cold, Arctic mother had used to soothe the children during particularly nasty snowstorms.