Dawnlark Plains Cucumber Michael

Someone's here! Sarah heard Osprey's voice in her head and out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother's spectre disappear. She always did that, when other people were around. Probably her mind's way of compensating the hours spent hallucinating. 

Sarah remained, where she was and focused her gaze on the dark-pelted shadow that was coming in her direction. She was not a wolf, who fled, rather met both friends and villains standing tall and proud, calm and observant. She narrowed her eyes to get better details of the approaching person and, once he came within such distance that they were able to communicate, her posture and body language, her expression told him to respect her personal space.