Fjall...oh Fjall. I am going to enjoy this little day I have planned for each other. I know she had went to the river to...play or something, I really don't understand what that girl does with her time. I just know that I watched her leave Spirane towards the riverside, and that is when I set my plan into motion. It may be winter, but today was a more mild day. Snow had fallen but the weather had turned, warming to the point where much of it had melted off. Soon enough, it will snow and the wind will snap with cold again, but today, it is not too bad for a winter.

It also meant it was the perfect time for me to strike. I moved quickly to a spot that had grown wet with mud. I then do not hesitate to cover myself in the stuff. I cover myself from head to toe. Each strand of my monochrome fur is slathered in the stuff. I even rolled in a patch of dead grass for good measure while it was still moist. I did not do this without thought. I was careful to cover my face, to allow it to harden only to cover it with mud again to the point where my facial structure could be questioned, especially with the dead grass and occasional stick mixed in.

I knew I was ready, and I waited on the path that I thought Fjall would venture back on. It is a bit cumbersome to allow all this mud to cling to my fur. It meant I could not be as quick on my toes as I would prefer, but I am hoping I will have no need for that on this day. I burrowed myself into an area of tall, dead grass. I find that I blend myself well. I know that my eyes cannot be covered, but I do not think Fjall will notice. She never seemed the kind for such details.

When Fjall comes into sight I hold still for a moment ensuring she comes my way back towards Spirane. I feel a smirk crawling on my muzzle, and a twisted satisfaction coming my way. A satisfaction laced with hatred...hatred for how I will have to act to achieve my goal. When she is in ear shot, I shoot out of the bushes, my muzzle opened wide and my eyes filled with life. I yip and yap at her, my muddy tail wagging behind me in pure excitement. My form is perked despite the mud, and I hold myself lightly- like I was built to be held. I look bouncy with each step I take as I beckon her over.

"Hey, you there! Come, you must see! It will be fun, oh please?" I say like a sweet innocent child begging her parents to come play. My voice is like a songbird, the tone completely morphed in changed. I was always capable of this voice, and perhaps if I were raised a spoiled princess I would use it often. Cute had a way with fathers as well- I never really had one to use it on. My normal voice is far harsher, and I never practice the voice of girlish pups. Yet, I do it today with ease, for whenever I put myself to doing something- I do not do it half asses. I continue to allow my smile to be large, warm, and inviting as I hope Fjall will be tempted to see what I have in store for her.