Bells and Bobbles {Festival}

Nice... and slow. Easy, smooth movements. Those were the words going through Amaranthe's mind as she slipped through the shadows, closer and closer the the bells on Jaelle's tail. It was a challenge to her, really; wolves could be so oblivious... and, well, cats were sneaky. So, she was trying to sneak by, using their conversation as a perfect cover for her movements. After all, they were all curious about Jaelle. It was even better when Jaelle shook her paws, though it made Amaranthe tremble in an unparalleled longing. It was weird how those bells affected her so, but something about them just made hearing them tinkle an absolute, incomparable pleasure in her ears.

Shaking off the thoughts - mentally - Amaranthe eyed her prize. She was close now. Oh-so close. Of course, Jaelle had no idea what the cat was up to. When did she ever? Never, of course. There was also something utterly satisfying at scaring the shit out of her wolf friend. Perhaps because they both laughed about it afterwards, because it was always funny as hell. Grinning, she eyed the pair of balls that were now only a couple feet away. With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she pounced, claws outstretched as she bat and generally caused as much movement to the bells as possible, to completely fill the area with the sound. Whoo! Successful way to announce her presence.