Trisha heard someone whistling on the wind. The sound was beautiful, and luring to Trisha. She stood, and listened to try to locate the source of the sound. It was coming from the trail she had just visited. With a wicked grin on her face, she darted off towards the sound of the whistling, hoping it was a careless hiker...<br/><br/>=======================================================================================================================================<br/><br/>Francis's ears perked to the whistling. He knew the tune, and brought his fiddle to his chin and began to play the tune Bright was whistling. As he played, he noticed the catgirl dart off in the direction of the sound. "I hope she dosen't get him..." He whispered to himself as Trisha ran towards the trail...