Lost Creek Hollow One chance

It wasn't like anybody was going to be particularly stealthy hobbling around in a hurry.  She heard him well before he registered on other senses, and assuming the worst, she moved to intercept with a bit more of a hostile attitude than otherwise she might have had.  With food a good deal scarcer, she felt it was far more likely some fool trying to make a run for a cache than it used to be.  Nobody should be hobbling right now either.  She whipped towards the origin of the sound and started towards it to intercept, ready for trouble.

When she busted around the last clump of foliage and spotted the brown wolf heading directly towards her, there was a kind of sketchy second or two where things might go pretty bad. Fortunately for him, it didn't.  Entirely.  It took her a moment to recognize him, but there were those fleeting few seconds where it seemed like she'd quite happily end him before she matched up his description with those given by Terance and Spook, plus a vaguely familiar scent with who he might be.  Her crinkled muzzle relaxed, as did the fur across her shoulders.  Apparently he really had been gone a while.  She eyed him quite suspiciously.  What's happening?  He was in a rush, after all, and came from who-knew-where.  And seemed to be hurt?  If that didn't potentially come with impending disaster, what did?  The Arbiter-bomb was still armed and active though.  Where had he been?  Was he just coming back because the outside world was harsh and unfriendly?  At least if it turned that way, his limping would make him easy to catch.