Third Literary Drool

Decided to focus on what I do best and write something devoid of plot. As I've nothing to say, I challenge you to discern what's-its-name.

There were these black spaces in the air that moved around by the trees. They slunk to and fro with wary aspect, one upon the other. Though they were all but invisible it seemed they were forever moving. You couldn’t fix your eyes on any one of them. As you tried to follow its progress you’d realize you were now looking into plain darkness, only to have your line of sight broken by movement in the opposite direction.

Such distractions are enough to bring you down. We had no way of defending ourselves and were fortunate that they never came too close. Our panic would have been enough to bring matters to a head. Perhaps they found our dumb size off-putting. The three of us stood together silently and somehow became a pack.