Ears (figuratively) twitched at the sound of the whistle, the signal that it was time to come out. With a gleeful laugh, the creature that waited in the forest rustled her way through the undergrowth and the trees, and sprinted towards the source of the whistle, in amongst the music and lights and colours.

Still outside of the pool of light, she could not yet be seen, but the pounding of paws on the ground announced an... enthusiastic approach.