who goes there?

Up to her no good antics. She found she rather liked approaching strangers, they always were so different from each other. Illusion observed the boy from a distance, a flicker of curiosity stirring within her. He looked like he was her age, but where had he come from? She thought it was only a handful of pups that were allowed to venture out into the world so young, just like her. Maybe it wasn’t so uncommon? Then what was mother spewing earlier?

Drawing closer, Illusion remained hidden from view, her slate figure masked by the shadows of the underbrush. She could sense the tension in the air, the sense of unease that seemed to cling to the boy like a shroud. It was clear that he was on edge, but why? The girl didn’t understand fear, so she could not understand his caution.

As he sniffed the air, Illusion held her breath, wondering if he would discover her. A frown, his fur standing on edge, and he was coming straight for her hiding place. Well. She wouldn’t just let him.

The girl stepped out before him, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of curiosity and boldness. “Hello.” She called out softly, her voice carrying on the chilly breeze. “You found me.” Her words were laced with a subtle, giggly charm, a calculated attempt to gain his trust through the idea that this was a game. She stalks, you find her. Easy.

illu