King Elk Forest and those who chance upon it, should never step inside

Nearly as soon as the shout left her throat, Bat leaped back onto all fours and whirled, fully expecting Tegan to ambush her. But the wolf that materialized a few feet away definitely wasn't her fellow scout. Silver eyes flew wide as she thought, Holy fuck, it's Ambrose! But before Bat could feel any elation at unwittingly tracking down Niamh's wayward brother, she squinted. Hadn't Ambrose's eyes been bright blue, not green?

"You're—" Her breath hitched. "—not Ambrose," she finished lamely, suddenly moon-walking several feet to put more space between herself and this apparent stranger, who was making ominous huffing and puffing noises, like maybe he needed a nebulizer. "Or Tegan," she offered, a stab at humor despite the spookiness of the situation. "Uh, I'm Rory, and you are...?" Now that they'd thoroughly covered who he wasn't.