She listens with ears perked forward, eyes wide in expectation as she tosses a look over her shoulder. Watching him deep in thought, she wonders what creature he might present- a spirit shaped as a great bear, hiding in the rainforests? A two headed snake? Dragons, silver scaled, born from the deep of the sea and dragged ashore?
In her life she’d seen a menagerie of beasts, but so many of the same shape. Deer, elk, pronghorn. Badgers, skunks, and mink.
Then-
”A giraffe.”
She pauses in her steps, pawprints left behind her in the sand. Cocking her head, she works the word over in her head once.
“Sorry. A what?”