I'm not even sure what this is but I decided to write this during ELA. I guess I wanted to try writing something (see what I did there?) with at least a little bit of mystery. I don't even know what to call it... That's a sign of quality writing! (Notice my sarcasm?)☺

Carefully, bare feet tiptoe across the wooden floors. If you were quiet you might hear the wolves howling at the moon. The lone figure continued it's quiet trek, slowly moving down the creaky stairs. What was the need for the silence in an empty house? You never know who might be listening. The figure reached the door and opened it slowly, as to not let it creak. Not looking back the figure rushed out of the house, the need for stealth gone. Within a matter of seconds, the figure was standing at the entrance to a massive cave. Wolves swarmed around their feet as they walked inside with a smile of relief. Everything was as it was left, untouched. She was home.