her leap is sharp, but she is not fast enough. claws scrape treebark and all she catches is a splinter. she lands gracelessly, a puff of dust rising around her. ears flat.
shit.it leaves her in a breath, resigned.
she lingers there a second too long, one paw still half-raised, staring at the branches where her quarry had been. they always get away. but something feels off. slowly, twitch turns her head and freezes.
someone saw that. a wolf, a girl with perked ears and wide eyes, lying half-sprawled in the grass like she’d fallen too. twitch blinks. once. twice.
then:
how long have you been laying there.