The owl follows you with unblinking eyes as you crunch across the snow away from the oak, into the undergrowth of the space between the trees.
Tearing your gaze away, you scan the treeline for an alternative route, in among the drifts and hollows below the canopy. Pushing through a clump of ferns, you set off a skittering somewhere beneath frosted fronds. You freeze.
It comes again, now off to the left, movement over crusted ice, amid close-woven stems.
Light glitters over the landscape. You stand, listen. And beyond, past the oak, you see another trail. Narrow, but somehow grander, it climbs to a ribbon of sky. The owl stares.
Attempt to find the hidden creature Blog One
Wait, listening and observing Blog OneTake the game trail Blog One
Head down to the clearing Blog One Blog Two
Follow the trail beyond the oak Blog One Blog Two