An Unfortunate Wrong Turn
01-14-2014, 04:15 PM
He would continue to stalk the disoriented woman through the thick brush, never allowing her to wander from a detectable range. She seemed to be lost and in need of guidance, maybe he could assist this damsel in distress? He would come forth, easily maneuvering his way through the brush until he was in hearing range of her. He could overhear her paws contacting the mucky landscape as she took each step, and the closer he came, the louder it became. Soon he was only feet from her, his stealthy movements keeping his presence concealed, but his sweetened cologne plotting his demise. Surly she could already scent him at such close proximity. "Damsel in distress, or disoriented mutt?" He would inquire, smooth and masculine tones rolling forth effortlessly. He could not see her yet, but she seemed close enough to taste now. He would remain concealed behind a thin wall of brush as he silently kept up with her movements. |