Lost Creek Hollow for the line in my life

The little group had acquaired a stranger along the way, who kept close to Indra, thus stealing Nunataq's spot and earning very dark and jealous looks, until the adolescent decided that his strategy was not working and decided to sulk at the end of the whole group. Eff you! Don't need you or anyone else! Is the best verbal description of demeanor she radiated, while she pretended to be intereste at some other stuff and either stayed behind or strayed further off from the rest. And, whoever got too close to her, she would be more than happy to growl and snap at.

When they arrived to a place that she had been once before, Nuna was a little confused. Why here, why now, what were they doing here? Were she no so upset with Indra, she would have come near and asked, now she simply sat down, a little distance away from the rest and watched the whole scene unfold before her eyes. First, a dark pelted scarred man arrived, who was soon followed by - could it be? Oh, yes, it was. Treason's look of disapproval, whas met with a shameless, toothy grin and wagging tail. Now this was going to be interesting.