Misha crawled through the tall grass, narrowing her eyes. She had been having fun chasing around grasshoppers; set her up a little challenge for herself. She stopped in her tracks, freezing up. Her ears perked forward as she processed the sound of a howl. It had been a male. She blinked once and instinctivly lowered herself to the ground, hiding. She crept along the tall grass until the silhouetted image of a male moved before her eyes. She stayed in the tall grass and watched him, her blue gray eyes glinting curiously.
