Porcupine Ridge simmer down boy

The woman seemed pretty confused as to how he could have possibly missed the sounds, and then it occurred to him. And she said she heard voices too! His own was the only he’d heard, but how could he have missed that... Then it clicked, maybe she was talking about him. Oh damn, he sure hoped not, he’d feel really bad if his stomping and talking had scared her into almost dying. Did he actually sound that scary.

With a nearly embarrassed look he asked, Did it umm, sound like stomping? It might’ve been me actually, my bad, he said awkwardly, glancing down at his paws.