Hideaway Strath bleed your sins

The voice was somewhat familiar, but not enough for Dagfinn to place a name to it. Either way, it didn't belong here, and Dagfinn darted toward it with his furs bristling and a low growl rumbling in his throat. Lotte, during her few waking hours, had explained (through wide yawns and low, murmured endearments to her cubs) what had caused them to leave Ravensblood. He'd cursed himself for not being there, but in the same breath, had promise to make sure it did not happen again.

So he emerged from the trees with a leery snarl writ silently across his face, warning the woman that he would have no funny business here - he would not have it.

"Who are you?" he barked, but as soon as he'd said the words, he stopped and quirked his head at the girl. "Oh hey, you're in my pack!"