Otter Creek I'll be the match to your candle

Fun for you, Nara thought bitterly and responded only with a short hum. The fear she had felt before had slipped to the back of her mind and now she was mostly angry with the stranger. How dare he. She wasn't some fool he could mess around with. Although the mischievous way in which he spoke, kept her nerves on high alert.

Nara noticed how his dark coat seemed to absorb any and all light. It was still the middle of the night and the moon hung silently overhead. Its light casted strange shadows. She focused her attention on the dark figure before her - extending her muzzle to pick up his scent - he smelled like other wolves. Are you a pack wolf?