It should have been impossible for a creature with purple fur to blend into the forest, but somehow Rumple pulled it off. He attributed it to the skills his father had taught him as a young pup. His father, Riktaven, had lived most of his life in the woods, and even though he had learned much, Rumple still didn't know everything Rikki did. But then, Rikki didn't know everything Rumple knew either.
Rumple had come to the forest today on impulse. He had wanted to hang out with his sister, dear, sweet Jo, but she had to work today, and there wasn't a force in this world strong enough to make him follow her into the tea room. His muzzle curled up in derision. He loved Jo, would protect her with his life, but a tea room? What a frivolous waste of time and brain power! And so, seperated from the one person he relished spending time with, Rumple had made his way into the forest.
It was quiet here, nearly too quiet, and the purple-hued lucain wondered if there was a predator about. Silly question, he thought with an internal grin.
He was the predator. And yet...
The fur on the back of his neck raised. He couldn't pinpoint the problem, but something was out of place. Something besides him. Stopping still beside a large oak tree, he stilled his breathing and searched the woods with his eyes. A slight sound caught his attention, then a flash of red. Rumple backed around the tree trunk slowly, out of sight as the Beetanke came into view.
Curiosity welled up within him, nearly drowning out his caution. Who could this be? What brought him to the woods? How can I ruin his day? With a small smirk on his lips, Rumple began to shadow the stranger, silent as death.
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