Heave Ho, Thieves and Beggars
04-09-2018, 07:43 PM
Casanova winced and fell back on his haunches. The branch he'd nearly broken slowly creaked back up and once again caused the rustling sound that had so rudely ruined his stealthy approach. His face scrunched up sourly as he angrily eyed the offending branch. He'd put on a little weight recently but until now it hadn't occurred to him just how much. Perhaps the tightness of his twine harness had been the first clue, but that, unlike a broken branch, was easy to deny and ignore. Casanova bypassed the clearly puny branch and shimmied down another and into another tree. From there he crossed into another and then another until he was at the corner of one of the rundown cabins. Upon seeing it, alarm blossomed in his chest and he briefly thought about shouting for the others. The wolf was getting close to one of their stashes. This was not good, this was not good at all. But - and this was why he didn't call for the others - if she didn't know what she was close to, him yelling would tell her something important was close by. He wasn't willing to risk it. He stood still with whiskers quivering and ears straining as he tried to figure out where she'd gone. The wolf had gone quiet after his little screw up. It was likely that she'd heard him, but why should she care about a little critter in the trees unless she'd heard the stories? Maybe he was just being paranoid...or maybe she was after the loot. Unable to pinpoint the wolf's location, Casanova scuttled onto the roof and began to inch towards its highest point. Maybe he would be able to see her from up there. |
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.