Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

He no longer heard her paws make a sound, which meant she was either too far away or — ah, but he heard her voice again, and it wasn't very far now — she was staying put in one place. He continued to move through the marsh, his narrow, bony paws splashing with each step he took and making a sucking sound each time he lifted them. The scent became a more general scent the closer he got, and so he could rely only on the hot-or-cold that coming closer or further away gave him and the closeness of her voice.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he crowed through the marsh. "You can run, you can hide, but I will find you and give you what I know your heart most desires." He finished the sentence in sing-song tone, the wicked smirk that painted his face clear in his voice. The rush of power had never been greater than in the chase of his frightened sister. But he knew she wasn't just frightened. He had seen that she desired him; he knew she desired him; he would give her what she wanted. He knew he was getting closer. He could almost taste her, so close. Just one more word, one more step, or some sheer luck or deduction would pinpoint where she was. Soon.