A Hard Day’s Night

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he was supposed to be home by now. Her mothers had always been clear: You must come home before the sun disappears. But here she was, surrounded by freshly fallen snow that obscured her tiny tracks, and as Willow watched helplessly as the sun sank behind the western horizon, a deep sigh escaping her lips. If only she had not gone just a little further down that path… But it was all so new around here, exploring without her mother, and her adolescent curiosity was too great to overcome. Of course, now she was lost, though the almost-yearling would not admit it aloud.


In the distance, the tri-color youth could hear an owl -- *hooo, hooo.* The sound sent a shiver down Willow’s spine, and it seemed to be darker by the minute. Her nose searched for the right path that her vivid green sights could not detect, to no avail. Her bottom lip began to tremble as the fear began to creep through the nervous girl, but she willed herself to keep from crying. Only babies cry!


The girl stopped dead in her tracks when she heard noise nearby -- the sound of paws walking through the snow. Dark rimmed ears pricked forward and she began to look around, head turning wildly in every direction. "Who... who's there?"


@Jupiter

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