dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Wessex begins to speed up, caring very little whether or not she makes any noise. Speed is her forte - far more than strength. Speed and smarts save her ass, time and time again (and perhaps a little luck, too) so it is speed and smarts that she will try and impart on Anum. Forcibly, if she has to.
She reaches the fork soon after he does, darts past the footprints, and then pauses and backs up. Oh, clever man. A silver star for you! Speaking squirrels confirm her thoughts with squeaks of ‘follow me! Follow me!’ that echo down the correct fork.
Rather than going back through the maze, Wessex decides to climb. Her claws pop out and she uses them to haul herself up a hedge. It isn’t very high - no more than twelve feet or so - so it doesn’t take her too long. From there, she begins to run along the top of the topiary. Jumping over the occasional break or overgrowth or swinging through the tree limbs. It isn’t as fast as before, but she can see much further.
Lo and behold - she thinks she sees movement and grins wickedly to herself. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
She reaches the fork soon after he does, darts past the footprints, and then pauses and backs up. Oh, clever man. A silver star for you! Speaking squirrels confirm her thoughts with squeaks of ‘follow me! Follow me!’ that echo down the correct fork.
Rather than going back through the maze, Wessex decides to climb. Her claws pop out and she uses them to haul herself up a hedge. It isn’t very high - no more than twelve feet or so - so it doesn’t take her too long. From there, she begins to run along the top of the topiary. Jumping over the occasional break or overgrowth or swinging through the tree limbs. It isn’t as fast as before, but she can see much further.
Lo and behold - she thinks she sees movement and grins wickedly to herself. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
