[ She takes off like a rabbit, and he watches her as she flees up the stairs with remarkable quickness. The click of her heels fades into the distance.
When he follows, it's without hurry. He pushes open the wooden doors and stalks quietly up the spiralling steps, turning the corner into her loft. The chaotic jungle of cushions and furniture fills the area. He's visited often enough to have spent time lounging in each area—her bath, mostly, and occasionally the balcony.
He knows where she is, of course; his wolf ears seem to perk up on their own as he listens for her—whether she's hiding from him or waiting.
Eventually, he peers into one of the rooms. Thick leafy plants line the painted walls. ]
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When he follows, it's without hurry. He pushes open the wooden doors and stalks quietly up the spiralling steps, turning the corner into her loft. The chaotic jungle of cushions and furniture fills the area. He's visited often enough to have spent time lounging in each area—her bath, mostly, and occasionally the balcony.
He knows where she is, of course; his wolf ears seem to perk up on their own as he listens for her—whether she's hiding from him or waiting.
Eventually, he peers into one of the rooms. Thick leafy plants line the painted walls. ]