Firefly Glen Should I call right away?

Footsteps crunched towards her.
Soft. She'd seen dangers in these lands: huge, hulking beats that rose up high to scratch their claws on trees, long tails swishing with dangerous predatory grace. Ryn was lucky there were plenty of rabbit holes to hide in.
A voice, soft and promising warmth.

She looked up, her green eyes fully developed with the pines of the forests.
She pushed up, stumbling towards the woman with such plush fur.
"Ages," her murmured response came.
She dared to push close. She seemed nice, like mama.
Letting herself drop to her belly nearly ontop her feet.
The woman called for more, most likely her pack. She hoped they didn't eat her.