Bearclaw Valley quicksilver cruel

She saw him first, long before she took sight of the sow.

It sent a shiver up and along her spine, prickling at the hairs there. Instinct told her to be wary of such things and to see one in the flesh made it reasonable. A great being, clearly and easily capable of sweeping them off their feet in a single swipe.

Her steely gaze flitted between it and the wolf—she hadn't seen him before. At least if she had, she certainly hadn't been able to place him but there were a plethora of faces as of late that she thought she had an inkling of. The numbers within Ursus had bolstered themselves as of late and though she was notably just as new as any other, it told her that Merrick had been busy.

Careful steps drew her closer and near to the side of the stranger; he was definitely new to them. He smelled of the wilderness just as he did of them, and Phoebe realized she had not ventured outside of the valley since Merrick had brought her there. There was no need. There was much yet to do there.

Her eyes went back to the sow once again as she made a considering noise.

"We should leave her alone," she told him then.

She wasn't a fighter, but a sidelong glance told her that he was.