“I’m invisible,” she whispered, as quietly as she could, giggling again. “Find me, darling wolf.” She crept along behind the couch, and peeked out at him, ducking back when he looked. The damp end of her braid trailed out from behind the furniture.
Suddenly grinning, he dropped onto all fours and crawled over to where he saw the braid trailing out tantalizingly, and he reached out to tug on the end. “Got you now…” He declared in a sing-song voice, laying down to sprawl out on his stomach.
She squeaked, picked up a pillow, and tried to bop him on the head with it. “Ahhhh! Nooo, I’ve been captured. What will you do with your prisoner?”