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Indigo immediately whipped around and placed her back to a great oak as the Dagga started dragging the wolves a little bit away, for fear he might catch a glimpse of her.
She wished she could get a closer look at his face. She might know him; the Dagga village wasn't that big.
But obviously she couldn't confront him. It would make giving her another punishment way too easy for her over-protective father. Indigo stayed against the tree for a while, as the Dagga muttered something incomprehensible. A few minutes later, a tree rustled, showering a light amount of leaves onto the ground.
He had climbed the tree.

"Great Groves! Now I can't investigate those wolves," Indigo hissed under her breath.
Suddenly, she felt like something menacing was watching her. A dark, impenetrable gaze.
Her body went rigid for a second, before swiftly facing the direction the sense seemed to be coming from.
Underneath the tree her fellow Dagga had went up, was something dark. It stayed for only a moment of a moment, and the only thing about that beast Indigo could lock her eyes on was the most prominent.
Glistening, intelligent, evil eyes.
And then it was gone.

Indigo didn't hesitate to leave, and as such, was bounding across the forest with haste, towards the Dagga's village.
She just hoped the beast wasn't fast enough to catch her, noisily as she was travelling. And just as much, she hoped that the beast couldn't climb trees, for the sake of the Dagga up there. Because a Dagga is a Dagga.
And despite what other Daggas might think, one shouldn't wish another harm.