She stood, waiting, listening. The air was calm, quiet, apart from the occasional bird song from the woodland over to her right. She raised her head, cocking it to the left and then the right, but there was nothing beyond the birdsong.
She moved out of the shadow of the rock, slowly, listening all the time, her eyes searching for any movement in the landscape around her.
The woods over to her right were less than fifty yards from the rock, but still she did not know. The ground over the other side of the rough track rose to a peak around 100 yards away from her. There could se someone up there now, watching her.
She waited, unsure.
Mira was a city girl; she did not know how it worked out here in the countryside. Back in the Warrens, she would have escaped by now, nipping down some shadowy alleyway, or across the rickety roofs to one of her many places of refuge.
She would know who was chasing her and why.
Out here though, in this alien landscape of trees, grassland and the incessant birdsong, she felt unsure, uncertain.
She did not like the way the grass was waving up on the peak of the rise. She did not know if grass naturally moved like that, or if something – or worse – someone, was up there stalking here.
She moved back into the shadow of the rock. From what she could see there was not much daylight left. Perhaps then she would make a move; that is unless there really was something – or someone – up there watching her and they moved first.
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