It's time to raise the curtain

When the sun rose, the girl would retreat back to the gorge and take refuge, scurrying her way into the nooks and crannies that would conceal her from the light of day, but now, under the cover of night, well, it felt a bit safer to come out.

The tiny wolf travelled with twitching movements. Pause, ear flick, sniff, scurry, pause and repeat. Her head had to crane to see over the grass of the basin, her green markings offering her further camouflage in this place under the cover of night. Only the gentle rustling of grass and fleeing insects and small rodents could possibly give her away. Speaking of... her stomach gave a grumble and she attempted a poorly planned pounce, catching a clump of moss where she had hoped to find a mouse.

“Motherfucker.”