“DON’T MOVE!”
The three girls shudder, that voice came from off to the side. A medium voice, a tenor, thought Cynthia, but distinctly and definitely male.
“Relax girls, but don’t move.” Despite this, Cynthia turned her head slowly. What she saw made her heart pound wildly. The wolf, a massive grey and black timber, growled, her tail tucked between her legs, circling the girls.
“Cathy, Cathy, Cathy. I can’t have you running off like that. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of pale skin and light brown hair, and then heard the click of a leash clip.
“There we go. You can relax now, ladies.” They exhaled as one, then gasped again as they saw the young man who had saved him.
He was gorgeous. A chest and abs of solid muscle, and longish light brown hair surrounded a gentle-looking face. He was bare-chested and wore blue jeans that had been cut off at the knees. His feet were bare.
“I’m Scott Andrews, how are you this evening? Sorry that Cathy scared you like that, we’ve been working on training her, and she just got away from me.” His casual demeanor seemed odd for his age, he couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old, but seemed years older.
“Case you were wondering, there’s a Boy and Girl Scout camp about a third of the way around the lake from here. We try to keep it a bit secret.”
“Oh…so are you an Eagle Scout then?” Rachel was curious and Cynthia felt a stab of jealousy
“Life,” said Scott. “Almost there, but not quite. Anyway, some of the girls and guys are having a campfire party. Wanna come check it out?”