Knock, Knock Madam Hana-ho

It would not take long for her scent to reach his nostrils. Both ears perked as he paused in his steps. Listening intently to try and locate her position, it was difficult. Everything echoed in the cavern hallways. Every little drop of mountain water and scurry from rodents. Ugh, why did the girl have to make this difficult? She had to be close at least if he could smell her.

Trudging forward, Gil kept his chin lowered and steps quiet as he continued to follow. Quickly he hops around a corner and is disappointed to see that she is not there, but her scent doesn’t fade. Eagerness and hope is alight in his yellow goat-like eyes. Picking up his limping steps, he continues to follow her. Knowing that she has the upper hand in this situation, he keeps his pace persistent.

“I know that you’re here,” he calls out in a hissing coo to her.

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