Silver Creek Don't eat the red snow

It was as if he had materialized out of thin air, one moment she was alone and the next a man walked beside her. She gasped and turned her head, jumping away from him and staring wide eyed for a moment before regaining some of her composure and sweeping her gaze along his body, nose breathing in his scent. He smelled of other wolves, none belonging to Rosings. "Hello Sir...this is Rosings. Is..Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked tentatively. She had the impulse to run and took a nervous step backwards, ears slowly turning sideways and tilting back.