Haunted Wood This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off

;.; <3

It took her a moment to feel eyes on her.  She turned and blinked, wondering how the heck he'd snuck up on her like that.  She must have spaced off, thinking about her last trip through here.  Oh, hey!  She cocked her head, appraising him curiously.  Usually when wolves approached, they were the first to greet her, but perhaps he was shy.  I was just looking at the caldera.  I had a friend who lived there, once.  He told me a lot about it.  She began conversationally, though she felt herself grow a little uncomfortable under his attention.  This guy had a stare.

Do you.. live here?  She asked, not quite stepping back, but definitely shifting in place.