Little Maraca all grown up

She could smell him before she could hear him moving around or even see him from her perch in the tree. The scent had been familiar to her, yet it wasnt until she saw him that it clicked. This was her little maraca. Well not so kuch little any morw but still.

As soon as he was beneath her tree she would drop down infront of him. "My brave little maraca has tracked me down once again." a smile would be drawn across her features as she spoke to him. The last time she had seen him, the boy had been terrified of her. For some reason, she was compelled to feel bad about scaring him so had been nicer than she had first intended to do.

Seeing him again hadnt brought on the same feelings shed had that day. Now she was kind of happy to see that he hadnt been eaten because he had tracked down the wronwrong animal again.