Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone

She wasn't cut out for this sort of thing. Actually not wanting to be seen. While she played hide and seek with her siblings and they taught her to track and hunt and kill, there was an art to hiding. And she wanted nothing to do with it tonight. She'd been in her were-form when she had seen the young man exited the place where food all the food was. He had seemed like he would be an easy target, easy to track and those paper bags looked flimsy enough.

Instead she'd skulked into the night; hard to do when she stuck out like a sore thumb, but she had managed and the man had no idea she was ever around him. What was even better was he was leading her back towards the houses where she'd left her clothing, she would need hands in order to get away with her thieving. She may even be better at it as a human (hilarious) then she was as a fox.

She made her way back to the bushes where she had changed and instead, forced her change back to human. On her way to putting her clothing back on, she'd gotten her foot caught in the hem of her pants and she'd tripped over backwards into a pair of trashcans. They upended in a whole lot of clanging that had her cringing at her own stupidity. Nathaniel would have a field day with that one, he'd go off into his lecture mode about the "proper" way to do it and then proceed to show her. Not like she would ever have to use anything he showed her. Until now and she realizes she misses her big brother and his easy smiles for her.

Instead, here she was, sprawled in the snow which she was sure was soaking the only shirt to her name and barefoot to boot. Which, she wondered if humans were aware that snow was cold on bare feet. They had to know, right? He speaks, the human man she was following and she has to come up with a clever excuse as to why she's out in the freezing cold with no coat or shoes.

Instead, she stumbles into the light, the hair that framed her face was covered in snow, "Iâ€"yes, I was just looking for some...shoes." She says, pointing over her shoulder at the trashcans that were so unceremoniously dumped over the neighbor's lawn, "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

The man still had what she wanted, but instead, she looked down at the cement that separated them, avoiding looking into his eyes.