CACHINNATION – (n) loud or hysterical laughter

That noise. That annoying laughter. It was the bane of her existence. She wanted so desperately to track down the maker of such a noise and rip their trachea out.

Avarice traveled wherever the wind took her, determined to lose the trail of whatever was following her. It felt like someone was stalking her, and her skin grew cold. Plus she had lost her charm bracelet that she normally wore. She wasn't sure what had happened, after that mysterious face in the hall had startled her. She pulled a hand up to tug on her ears, a nervous tick of hers. That laughter!

Finally, she snapped. She charged in the direction of the incessant noise, claws spread for better luck of catching the creature. It was growing louder fast, echoing off the trees around her and confusing her to no end. Her vision was getting hazy with anger and depression was beginning to rear its ugly head. She stepped into a clearing and screeched overhead.

A small body ran past her and her ears rang at the noise. IT WAS MAKING THAT SOUND! She took off after the tiny pink body, her legs moving slower than normal. She stopped again. Where had the little—

It dropped down in front of her and she jumped back in surprise. It wasn't running away. It was handing her something. She took the item and inspected it. It smelled fresh. Like food. She cautiously placed it in her mouth and chewed. Her senses bloomed. God, but was it delicious! She smiled down at the creature, who began to giggle again.

She could live with its laughter as long as it showed her where she could get more of that confectionary substance.