Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

The guy that appeared was yet another of the big dark colored dudes he seemed to have an 80% chance of meeting.  Okay, not quite that percent.  Whoever he was, he earned a suspicious eyeballing by the youth.  God or gods or whatever.  He was pretty sure that was something Olive rambled about.  He did his best to tune her out, so whether it was upper or lower case, deities were not something he wanted to be associated with.  It's my mission, nobody else's.  Or something.  If he sounded tough, maybe they'd leave him alone.  Anyone older than him got a complimentary pile of suspicion -- or did everyone?  Man.  Probably mostly adults though.

Then there was that uncanny feeling of being stared at -- he dared to look over and spotted some woman watching them.  The fact that there were two of them made him uneasy.  He took a step or two back, turning as he did so to better keep them both within his peripheral vision.  It wasn't exactly going to be easy.

To say Mal was unaware of what had gone on between their packs was understatement of the century -- hell, he didn't even know what their packs were.  As it were, since she was far enough away, Mal was assuming for the few uncertain moments it might last, that these two adults were from the same pack.  That'd probably be clarified pretty soon, though, if the player's guess was right.