Otter Creek vice

He heard steps and froze, a split-second later beginning his retreat. But a familiar voice made him stop. He turned and stepped cautiously back towards the water. Jawahir, he said first, surprise and recognition briefly lighting up his gaze.

How can you be sure? He continued, always quick and to the point. I smell them everywhere; this place is owned by wolves. In other words, they should be careful, no matter how sure she was—and he would continue to watch his back no matter what words of reassurance she would likely try to offer him.