Allison
She saw her father just walking along a path as she rounded the corner of the road, saw him stop and stare at the sight before him, one horse rider with many others chasing her. Not something inside this pack would ever see, and she did what she'd always used to do as a teen; when seeing him, before he saw her, she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Bruce Almighty.”
He’d not realized it was her riding that horse, and she knew it; just from the expression on his face, he didn't recognize her because her hair had grown much longer, and she had a full warrior's build now. That, along with the clothes she was wearing as well as her riding a horse like her life depended on it, combined with them likely being told she was dead just over four years ago now, hadn’t seen him recognize her,
