White like snow. White like a dove. White like teeth and bone; eyes and stones, clouds and the ocean waves. Strange, he thought, to witness a shade of white that he had never seen before. Among the others, she seemed to radiate like a pale sun, casting shadows deep and long unto all those that dared be near her. She seemed to swallow up the world around her, some grand wave that swept the others into oblivion. He could not understand it. He did not want to. He simply watched the way in which she seemed to become the very centre of the universe, a force unlike any other found in nature. He had sought a force like it, some grand example of mother nature and so, he had found it. He hadn't expected it.

He wonders if the others around her understood how small they were, like ants or dirt itself. They hardly seemed to know it. They even spoke to her, vague voices caught up in the wind.

Still, he found himself momentarily unable to move. His paws had become part of the earth, swallowed up by the maw of darkness before he had been able to tear them away. His eyes roamed down to the darkness of his fur and then, back to the vivid nature of the stranger's - a shadow. He was a shadow, her shadow perhaps. Her current one did not fit her right. It was not strong enough, not smart enough, not anything enough. No, he'd make for a better shadow. A better everything perhaps.

The moment such a realization had struck him, his paws had been released from the earth's grip. He moved with a sudden fluidity, like dark water across the grass and dirt as he came several paces forward; his eyes had long since fixated upon the prancing white woman, cold as they moved momentarily to each of the others. They always returned to her though. He had no sense of how long it had been since he had come out into the light, and yet, he found himself incapable of caring. He had a much more curious thing before him now, a much more unique thing than the frivolity of time. He'd found himself a sun in which to bask beneath. He'd found himself somebody to make him feel afraid, to make him feel a true sense of unknowing. He found himself a question larger than any other he had come across yet.

And so he stood in the light, a dark stain in the grass as he watched the group in utmost silence. He barely seemed to move, his body as still and silent as an owl in the darkness of the night. He had made his intentions clear enough though: like any predator, he had set his sights on his target. Like any shadow, he now basked in the light of another.