less like slowburn and more like two idiots hanging out whilst on fire

The pines were indeed sparse, all spread out with plenty of space between them. From the corner of her eyes they looked like judgemental figures, all staring her down as she strode through the open space. She held her head high, posture confident and tail arched up to help her balance as she moved through the shin deep snow. Maybe she was getting a little too old to play pretend, like she should grow up and act more...mature, you know? She didn't re-enact her little fantasies and stories so much any more, they just rattled around in her head, like bones she couldn't get enough of chewing on.

She paused for dramatic effect, twirling around as if she fully anticipated to spot a figure weaving through the trees. Using their wide trunk for coverage, their chests heaving, heart racing at the thought they'd nearly just gotten caught. Her mismatched eyes narrowed into thin slits, her ears flitting to the side to listen out for the crunching of paws that she'd never hear cause no one was there. She didn't have a secret mystery- and maybe a little handsome-stalker. It was just one of those Maki things, forbidden fruit that tasted all the more sweet, you know?