Treehouse

She could smell… something? No, someone! Her tail began to beat of its own accord, shaking the leaves beneath her. She leaned out over the edge of the branch, stretching and looking while her nose twitched all the while to see just who she might see. The mottled man came closer and a smile stretched across her face. Modesty’s back end began to wiggle as he got closer, and closer.

It happened in a heartbeat.

Her kite shrieked a warning as the girl overbalanced. Her dull, canine claws failing to find purchase on the smooth branch. Her smile morphed to shock as she lost all sense of weight, falling from her perch and aimed directly at the passer by below. All she could manage was a startled little squeak.

“Speech”