we'll all be well tonight

Boarded up windows, or those with glass panes still intact thwarted her attempts at entry. The overgrown gardens that crowded the front of the building were being choked out with overcrowding or smothered by the thorn laden creepers, varying in shades of white, pink, red and purple. It would be quite whimsical with a bit of work and she was sure someone could find a use for the building once it was pointed out. The roof seemed reasonably sound, they just needed to find a way in.

As she rounded the back of the building, pawprints leading up from the beach came to her attention and the wind whipped a foreign scent in her direction. Hackles and quills came to rise over her shoulders as she dropped her nose to the sandy ground. Fresh. The scent led her to a broken window and she leapt through, landing across the only exit on the lower level. Now did she poke around and risk the intruder slipping past her, or did she stand her ground and risk them slipping out an exit she had missed?

“Speech.”