500+ Her furry tan ears were coached forward as sounds were heard from a certain distance in front of her. Maybe he had turned invisible and was a ghost hunting her. The thought was slightly disturbing, because it would be sad to have an invisible brother, and ghosts usually came out after dark. One of her fears was the dark. Not the darkness she could find if she dived into the family den, but the darkness that came with the end of the day. The mornings could be quite dark, but to the little girl they seemed to get brighter and brighter for some odd reason. She liked that, she liked it when the sun caressed her face and everything became bright and beautiful and the snow sparkled with secrets. A giggle sounded from a bit deeper into the woods, so she moved further away from the den, tempted by her invisible brother’s sounds, afraid of what he might be doing with Toefur. Her movement was still somewhat doubtful and slow, but she was steadily following after his footsteps. Towards the end it seemed like he had led her in a half circle so that she faced the den yet again. Noir, which had been more focused on following the sound than where she actually was walking, found it strange that she had walked and walked but still she ended up where she had started. She stopped up and flattened her ears backwards, wondering how this could have happened.
Her tiny neck stretched out as she recognized the faded pink colour of her darling Toefur. Maybe he had run away from Attila to come back to Noir! She wanted very much to believe in that explanation, and therefore she would. Her tail slowly began to sway sideways again as some of her former spirit returned now when she was positive her darling octopus toy was safe. Though, where was her pale brother? She turned around to gaze towards the forest, but there was nothing to see except for a lot of trees, that did not really interest the light brown child at the moment. She turned back to the den and walked towards it, eager to get a closer look on her best friend. Her siblings could be a bit harsh when they were mean and stole Toefur, and once they had even made a rip on one of his many arms. Her cold wet nose found the toy and poked him carefully. It seemed alright, so there was no reason to be scared anymore. However, she found it odd that Attila had disappeared. She could smell him, but she could not see him. It was very odd. The child did still not know the relationship between strong scent and presence meant that Attila was very close.
She moved close up to the pink toy and carefully grabbed hold of the usual octopus arm. Her unchanged baby blue eyes took a last tour over the wooden area, a bit anxious because of her brother’s disappearance. |
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