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Soft pittering of hooves.

it's nearly silent.

But so loud.

Not louder than the hearts of course

thump. Thump. Thump

white fur against the treeline.

He can see her there, yes yes, of course he can, always alert, forever alert, she probably knows he can see her, probably doesn't care, he doesn't care, why should she? He will not harm her, does she know this? she must.

Such a curiousity...

He has to wonder if she has ever worried about getting hurt, watching people...deer, like this, but then, she seems in shape, could probably outrun most deer, he knows she can outrun him.

He tilted his head.

"such patience...why not come closer?"

Her head shakes, smiling slightly.

"I do not think I will, for many a bird has come to the call of the pretty house cat, confident in its wings, only to be snapped up by teeth and pretty claws"

"very true" he chuckled, head back, eyes closed.

And when they open again, she is gone.

Was she ever there?

of course.

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