King Elk Forest and those who chance upon it, should never step inside

Bat paused suddenly and planted her hindquarters to scratch at an itch behind her ear. Because of the soft herf herf herf of her paw swiping against the side of her face (not to mention the low groans of satisfaction), she almost missed the sound of the twig snapping. But she heard something and her foot froze. She slowly set it back on the ground, her spine straightening as she peered off into the darkness. Her huge ears swiveled softly in response to the faint rustle of wings in the night.

For a split second, Bat wondered if it was X out there, maybe catching and snacking on mice. That would explain the crack. But she dismissed the notion. The hawk wouldn't be swooping around in the darkness; he wasn't a damn owl. Besides, the noise had come from close by, nearer to the ground. And abruptly she broke out in goosebumps beneath her pewter fur, certain she was being watched.

Bat chuckled self-consciously, wondering if that was as stupid as her idea about X, before abruptly yelling, "FUCK YOU, TEGAN!!!" at the top of her lungs.