She watched him dance from bushes that reminded her of holly and mistletoe. A perfect holiday image, paired with the dancing reindeer.
It’s movements with its front legs raptured her imagination, as if that was the most graceful of movements rather than just skittering around in the snow. It’s back legs kicked up snow playfully.
Alone in the clearing, he danced as if no one was watching. He probably thought they weren’t.
She had seen how mad he could get amongst people, how he would charge with no seeming purpose or motivation. He would be different with his own kind, she thought.
He just distrusted humans.
She’d seen him mow down bystanders in her town. They’d capture him and send him back out into the wild. He’d always come back, which is why this time, she’d followed him.
He was so happy out here. So why didn’t he stay here?
He sniffed the air, jumping back and forth on his front and back legs in response, running off through the trees. She chased after him, determined…
She almost lost it when she saw the city boys luring the reindeer out from the forest, berries in their hands. She felt so angry at their deception. How dare they endanger her town just for their own entertainment?
“Hey,” she cried. “Stop that!”
They ran as soon as they spotted her, and Dancer ran them down.
She smiled. That should teach them.
This time, Dancer returned.
Second entry for BlogFestivus