Wapun Meadow all around me are familiar faces

Don't trust a stranger, idiot. The White Deceiver tricked you! Don't trust this man. The Voice whispered in her ear. She shook it off; the voice had never helped her before, it would not now. "Nice to meet you, Flash. I was looking to hunt. Watching for prey." She told Flash. She glanced through the grass again, making sure no surprise elk had arrived. When she saw there was still nothing there, her midnight gaze turned back to him.