Hoshor Plains easy

what she did not expect to witness descend on her, was a man as large as this. with a long, practic gait that accommodated a one-man regiment, the girl could've sworn it was two infantry soldiers in a black and blonde trench coat.

jordan clued into the wolf scents he brought along with him. maybe the would descended in a less frightening collegiate manner.

or form a (literal) landmark case against her. with teeth. 

so maybe she should practice giving more thanks. "oh, erm, hello," her face was imitative of a child getting caught sticking their unwashed hands in the cookie jar, "hope i haven't intruded your ... very, very lovely home. i was just asking your neighbors about the best places to eat down here." 

she chuckles wryly.