The Haunted and The Hunted

It took a great deal of effort not to tense, to keep her own hackles down and her eyes simply fixed patiently on the girl when she spun abruptly in clear readiness for a fight. Gwen just waited, watching with composure, until the girl finally calmed and spoke. She tilted her head slightly, continuing to appraise the girl while she weighed her words. "What are you running from?" she asked finally, after a moment of silence. The girl had continued to twitch and shudder with a fear that was clearly not, or at least, not entirely, caused by being caught trespassing. She had the brief thought that the girl could use something to eat, half-starved as she was, but she wasn't going to leave a trespasser alone long enough to hunt and she thought it possible the girl might bolt if she howled for a pack member, regardless of the reason.