Still People

The moment the wind tore the clouds apart, a local sunbeam appeared in the opening. The southern slope of the hollow flared with reflected light, and the tiny sparks of frost ignited on the furry stems. The scattered shadows formed a distinct silhouette, revealing the cryotr(p)ope hiding in the thickets. His camouflage was truly impressive: just a moment ago he was completely indistinguishable—and now, please, he’s right in plain view!