Lost Creek Hollow and as I set to face it, I'm unsure should I embrace it, should I run?

Aquillius was fortunate enough to be approached on his seeing side, so the eagleson met the eye of the shadow as he came from the underbrush.

He would turn his head to face him, muscles jumping under his pelt every few seconds. Constantly ready to lunge into flight or fight at any moment. But he did not run, not yet, only dipping his head to place the rabbit on his paws.

G-Greetings. A voice crack around his paranoid spirit.

I wanted to..gift this. To your pack. For the help I received from Faun. He swallowed what felt like a thousand coals, not registering he hadn’t even spoken his name.