Lost Creek Hollow venus, planet of love

It was not an overgrown rabbit, but a wolf and she missed it. -1 point for both a mercenary and a hunter, if Nuna had really cared about such things. Instead she made a jump backwards, scrutinized the coffee-colored piebald lady until she was sure that yet again this was not a Lucas, but someone else, and then with wagging tail and no inhibitions about approaching a stranger that she had so rudely assaulted just seconds ago, she came closer and began to inspect the lady more thoroughly. After all she had not reprimanded the girl for her mistake or plainly told her to get lost and never show her snout in the vicinity again. That was just as good as a "welcome".