Firefly Glen one of us cannot be wrong

It did not take long before the scent of a stranger was upon the broken child. Fear gripped her like a steel bear trap, and she moved to conceal herself as well as she could. With a gaze of vibrant blue, the shadow watched the approaching figure and she cowered against the threat of the unknown. Her inky figure did not do well in that environment. Try as she might, Lucy was too dark to hide herself well enough, but she was adamant about keeping out of sight. She feared what might become of her if she was to be taken away once more. More than this, she was petrified of the idea that she might find a family as kind as Rannoch and Cypress' and that she would tear it apart as well. Lucy had already taken so much from the Frostfur wolves... could she do it again to another? 

Crouching low to the earth, the child bared her fangs in an attempt to appear frightening. The violent shaking of her limbs did not cease, though, and her pelt pricked with terror.