Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

After months of working, she’d finally opened out of her shell and trusted them enough. She’d worked just as hard as they did but the first time she’s really separated from wolves she started to consider her family, she feels as if she’s forgotten everything. They always knew how to get her out of trouble but this isn’t the kind of trouble she’d gotten used to in the last year.
 
Her ears twitch upon her head when she thinks she hears something, turning to her right to peer through the darkened shake of the trees. For a moment she stares in that direction, occasionally flickering in the periphery. When nothing comes into view, she turns back the way she’d been going only to gasp audibly and stumble back as a large, dark wolf blocks her path. Siobhan doesn’t register the greeting as her ears fall back flat against her ears and she steps back, slowly. Vengeance takes over the stranger’s appearance and she can’t choke out the words she wants.
 
“Wh-what do you w-want?” she asks of her tormentor, looking down to the ground at his feet.