master of disguise

The fact that the pups had been allowed to the leave the tree house is mind boggling to the small Zion. That, along with the sheer size of everything has the girl’s head tipped back and her lavender eyes off of the surrounding area. Jaw hangs slack with awe as she wanders around, ears taking in the sound of rustling leaves above her while her eyes trace the shape and path of leaves as they fall.

Since her attention is on the canopy and not down on the forest floor, the girl is oblivious to the strange pile of breathing leaves that is definitely not watching her. Paws continue to pull her forward, her neck craning backward painfully as she remains unware of her brother and a large, gnarled root that lies directly in her path. Danger stalks the pup in many forms today.


"Zion Fatalis"