Otter Creek I'll be the match to your candle

Finally, he emerged from the shadows like a ghost. Nara was glad that he was in fact a living and breathing creature and not a ghost or a voice in her head. Although that didn't make her feel any less afraid. He looked like danger. His dark pelt seemed to blend with the shadows he had crept from and when he watched her with his frosty-blue eyes, she could feel the warmth being drawn from her body. Everything about him felt like a threat. 

Nara knew that he was amused by her fear from the tone of his voice. She didn't respond to his remark. She held her head a little higher and kept her eyes on him when he crept closer, but didn't move a muscle. Who are you? she asked, narrowing her eyes.