Evolia continued whistling. That is, until she heard the crackle of loose pebbles.
Her brown gaze turned, looking amongst the rocks of the slanted hole way. The west wall was dashed with rosey colors of sun, and she wasn't sure it'd hide her tawny fur.
'Who the meat's huntin' around here?' she thought, pausing a moment to think, 'Hummm...Guards?'
She looked around, somewhat frantically. She'd been captured and put in prison dozens of time for wondering around places she wasn't allowed- she didn't even know she was allowed. Evolia wasn't eager going back in a cold cage.
Unsheathing her tiny dagger, Evolia stuck in into the West wall, between to loose stones, and then padding silently back through the hole. Or near it- she made it seem she'd loose a trail leading out, but instead clammored under a slag heap, hiding her from view.