Creative Writing: Cadyn

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Cadyn would stand quietly as he observed the feline. Clearly, since she still seemed so relaxed and focused on the fireplace, she mustn't have been aware of this fox's presence. He listened to her humming over the crackling of the fire. The humming seemed quite pleasant to him, and it must have relaxed him so that he shifted his body weight to a more comfortable position. However, it could not have been anything other than this shifting of his weight which had exposed his presence to the cat. Another possibility was that she was quite attentive so that she was cognizant of his ubiety in the room all along; but, Cadyn promptly dismissed this possibility because of the way she so abruptly stopped her humming.

His own eyes would follow the

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