Hideaway Strath Ghosts in the closet

Whrist's light blue orbs widened impossibly more she swallowed thickly and backed up, she couldn’t help the low rumble low that emanated from her throat.

If the bird had not hopped away she might have thrown it at the 'tiny wolf' just to distract it. She glanced around frantically looking for someone anyone else, but found no one. They way the tiny wolf moved make her worry, and it was coming far to close far to fast

She did recognize the scent of Aerin however it did very little to calm her down, though it did stop her from baring her teeth at the pup instead her voice filled in the air in shaky tone she had never heard come from herself before “Stop!” Whrist pleaded tripping up on a rock and falling into a sitting position.