I followed the girl in yellow through the woods. Sometimes, she would look over her shoulder as if she sensed me. I would pause and duck low, hoping the underbrush would hide me.
Through the trees we went, last autumn’s leaves decaying and silent under foot whilst spring flower pushed upwards. The wind stirred the young leaves and I moved away to keep my scent low.
A deer took fright and we both stopped to watch it leap between the trees and away.
The girl tugged her yellow hood up and bent her head to watch her footing.
I padded behind her, licking my lips. She was going to be tasty. Just like the girl in red.
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