The FoxLin Pretti had not gone far. In fact, seeking to escape Behemoth, she had climbed a huge tree which had small branches growing almost the whole length of its trunk, which made it easy to mount. High up in the tree was a cavity, entirely invisible from the ground, into which she was able to insert her slender form. Such an excellent hiding place, she was reluctant to desert, at least until Behemoth stopped searching.
After almost an hour, she concluded her pursuer had departed. Seeing nothing to worry her, she descended. Once on the ground, she rearranged her clothing.
“I’ve been lucky!” she exclaimed softly.
“Probably luckier than you deserve!” said a small childlike voice.
Lin Pretti jumped and spun. Out from behind the tree she had just descended—he must have crept up silently
