A whistling, well not even a whistling sound. It sounded as if the air had just been cut, clearly and cleanly in half by something. Heidi’s dial and head swung clearly round as if a bomb had just gone off. What was that? She had to know. Her eyes scanned the landscape relentlessly, for something, anything, and anyone that might have something to do with that noise. As usual, her curiosity got the better of her, now she was padding stealthily in the direction of the noise. She caught sight of couple of trees, and had a eureka moment. Approaching the tree, she scoped out all the levels of the branches. Her Stature being incredibly small, to reach the first branch she had to run and jump up to the branch clenching her claws deep within the bark, heaving her torso up and over the branch in a circular motion twice before somersaulting upwards to the third level. She squatted along the branch in a crouched position; her arms brushing away the leaves, some of which had already the slightest hint of yellow upon them and poked her long fine muzzle out, her dark mask camouflaged her beautiful emerald eyes, peeking through the leaves.
She spotted an ivory male wolf, tall, strong and masculine with a strange sort of weapon it looked to be in his hand. The wind changed its direction South-west, sweeping a firm and hazy breeze through the plains, and she managed to get a whiff of his scent; which was totally unfamiliar. There was a stick planted into the tree directly in front of him. It must have been that weapon that made that noise. How did it work? What did it do? She was very interested now and bounded out of the tree with a new found confidence. As she approached in the calmest and most relaxed posture possible, she couldn’t help but to cock her head slightly to one side in curiosity, questions written all over her face. She tapped him on the shoulder, his broad muscle-packed back was thrilling to touch; she did love a man with muscle. Her beautiful, questioning eyes waited for him to turn to her What is that? What does it do? she sounded like a little girl again, only her voice was soft and tender. Staring at the stick she desired to know more.
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