It was games that I had always been interested in. My mother had always been so straightforward but I liked to drag it on and on for hours if not longer. Mars’ not so subtle interest in mating this season was not shrugged off easily – I was certain that I would both of our lineages onward someday – but I would not be another tramp to add to his collection. I was top shelf. The queen of the castle. He may prance around this winter in search for his concubines but one day soon he would be all mine. I had known it since the moment we locked eyes.

My monochromatic figure slinks through the moonlit terrain with silent ease. My colors blending with the white of the snow and shadows cast by the barren trees. Their long, spindly fingers clawing toward my deceptively delicate figure as I pressed ever onward. I knew that my beastie was here, I could taste him in the air, and soon he would find me as well. But for now we would have a little fun.

I break from the dense foliage to see him in the distance, standing like a monolithic statue within the mottled, silver light of twilight. He is magnificent and certainly becoming enough to keep me as his leading lady. I stop within his line of sight as my tail lashes out behind me, my ears perked forward prettily and a scheming simper upon my façade. As soon as I am sure that he is tantalized enough to give chase, I turn tail and begin loping off through the trees, not daring to look back upon him. The big bad wolf is in town, let’s see if he can catch his next victim.