Lost Creek Hollow Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?

People did not sneak up on Nuna, it was always the other way around, therefore imagine her surprise and dismay, when someone addressed her and scared the hell out of her. She sprang forward like being shot in the hind and snapped around to eye the guilty party with as much annoyed distrust and anger as her features could possibly convey.

Not only was the guy big and tall, his appearance did not ring a bell to her, though it should have, because this fellow had greeted her and the Bearclaw family on the borders, when they had joined. Except he had been couped up in a den for a long time and she had not cared to make many acquaintances among the new packmates.

When the first shock had passed, she straightened herself and snorted, focusing her gaze on Rannoch's facial features, trying to read as much information as possible, before deciding, whether she wanted to establish any contact with him or not.