The Pitter Patter of Fabric and Faux Fur upon the floor was silent, but fast, tail softly swishing behind it, its eyes stayed trained in front of it, almost as if knowing exactly where it was going, even if it had never been here in its ‘life’. Soon it found itself in a bedroom nose softly twitching, as if checking the scent it had followed, then, going still when it had confirmed it was right where it was suppose to be, as if it were simply a stuffed animal, though… it would be quite a large one, at least, too large for a young child to hold, though someone in their teen years would have no problem, there, it waited, though it didn’t move, it sensed everything around it, as if sort of… omnipotent….
