The Lost Ones

A voice interrupted the silence of the forest. She paused mid-step and her heart thudded at the sound behind her, “Am I dreaming or do I detect a Kringle?” Her whole being froze save for the tremble of black lips and she turned ever so slowly to face him. The furs along her back rose and she snapped, “How would you know?” It didn’t make sense. She had one horrifying thought; what if he… What if he was responsible for her missing siblings? Her hackles rose as she faced him and although he was much larger, she puffed out her chest and let her tail raise a little. She would not be intimidated. She had said little since her retort but sized him up with her blue eyes. He was much larger than her. If he had taken her siblings; she would be no match to rescue them… But what did he want? She tilted her head and through gritted teeth asked, “Well… Who are you?” He had to go first; since it seemed he already knew her. At least in some respect.