Each step a slow, delicate motion, you creep toward the source of the noise until you're close enough to see.
Samira's co-counselor, Hunter, a tall boy whose face glows pink with sunburn even in the dim light, is wrapped up in a tight embrace with Antonio, the theater assistant.
Well, it looks like you're not the only Muskrat counselor who's sneaking off into the woods.
Just then, Antonio tenses. "What's that?" he whispers, his voice carrying through the stillness.
"What?" Hunter's head pops up, and his happy smile fades into worry.
"I think I heard something." Antonio untwines one arm from around Hunter to brush disheveled dark hair away from his face and back toward his ponytail as he looks warily around. "Over there."
Both pairs of eyes turn directly toward you.