Drabble: A Walk in the Woods

"Stay very still."

"What!"

"and quiet."

The smallest, blondest slip of a girl stepped out of the undergrowth holding a dart gun. She reached out one hand.

"It tracks movement and loud noises," she said quietly.

The soft touch reassured me. Slowly, she raised the pistol. The creature roared as the dart hit. I tensed to run but the pressure on my arm increased. Her composure held me.

"What now?" I hissed.

"We wait," she whispered.

Five minutes later the thing was asleep on the path. My saviour graced me with the brightest, most beautiful smile.

"Well done," she said.