Those Wild Unknowns

*Zaqa* · (This post was last modified: 09-04-2014, 11:45 AM by Zaqa.)

In the hushed forest Zaqa waited impatiently for a reply. Her muscles tensed, quivered even, under her downy fur in mild irritation. Now restless that the towering trees offered no answer in return, she began to pace toward the direction of the scent, of the rude and offending stranger who hid amongst her and the mute trees.

The air held thick in the air, still laden with early morning dew. Nimble rays of sun brightened the twilight more and more as the sun peeked past the horizon. Zaqa was unsure of who she was looking for but her white coat was stark amongst the more somber tones of the morning and its tilted shadows. The awakening sun would soon oust both her and the other.

Her eyes narrowed as she absorbed the panoramic view, ears wide and propped intently until her skull. A flicker of light tones in the near distance pulled her attention. Now, she was vaguely aware of the stranger?s position. ?Ahh? a spy, a peeping tom.? She mused, her voice melodic but cold. ?Tsk, tsk. Your mother really should have taught you some manners??

How rude. Her family may have been a bunch of hapless brutes but even she had the politeness not to jeer from shadows.

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