Luce snuck through the foliage, eyes turned upwards toward the sky. Matilda trotted along side them—their secret weapon in this hunt. Luce could only see the tiniest specks of light through the canopy. But if they could barely see, surely the cloud hopper could barely see them too? It didn’t help that the sun had gone down long ago—the night sky divulged no secrets. Matilda chuffed and sat down, licking a paw.
“Not now Matty!” Luce groaned.
Matilda continued licking....
