Seaside Moors I'm scared of the long nights and the darkness

He came thundering over the horizon, only making to Nieve's side in the knick of time for the stranger to run off without encountering their guardian. Already riled up, fur bristled, he stepped around Neive protectively, searching for the figure, ebony nose picking out their scent in the and on the ground. Fangs exposed as his remaining lips peeled back viciously, Where is she? he demanded through growls, trying to find out whether the path he could pick out was where she had gone to, or where she had come from.