Koke peered through the thick fog that shrouded the field in mystery. She couldn't see more than ten paces in either direction, and only the faint orb of the sun, clouded by the mist, indicated the clear sky above. The temperature was mild as the season changed from fall to winter, perfect for any deer out and about.
A movement at the edge of Koke's vision gave her pause, before she whipped around, quick as a snake, to catch her prey. It dodged, evading her by mere inches and zoomed away into the fog. She followed, bounding, legs extended to their fullest, at her quickest speed. It stopped abruptly, too fast for the doe, as she passed through it.
The game of wil-o-wisp tag was over. She'd won. Triumphant she bleated her happiness into the fog. She didn't even stop to ponder why the wisp hadn't continued with the game, after all, they had been playing all morning.