Lost Creek Hollow you call but i just cut the line

startled by movement, the shrew darts off, burying itself in the den out of alamar’s reaches—a “tsk” sounds loud enough that the boy gives up the hunt for now, blue eyes instead shift to turn towards the white wolf who startled his target.
you interrupted my hunt— he accuses, direct with ears flicking back, uncertainty however comes a beat later as he notices the depressed lines across her face—stress and sorrow wearing on the stranger. it reminds him of jaime. his tension eases up. what’s… wrong?