Once upon a time not long ago

His mismatched eyes caught a flicker of movement ahead, a flash of white darting through the snowy underbrush.

He paused, his breath steady, ears flicking to catch the subtle sounds of his quarry. The forest was alive with the cawing of ravens and the rustling of branches and falling snow, but Ludovic's focus remained unshaken.

As Ludovic crept closer, his lithe muscles coiled and ready to spring, the weasel darted between the roots of a dead tree, its small, lithe body barely making a sound. He’d have missed it if it weren’t for his sharp eyes! Damn! The boy skulked up to the base of the tree, brows furrowed as he stared down into the hole his prey had vanished into. He pawed at the entrance, a huff escaping his inky lips, including a curl that revealed his needle-like puppy teeth. He watched and waited, his patience wavering – he hated the idea of letting the dang thing go!


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