Fluster
"Susan?" Peter turned, seeing the large wolf flee back into the grass that filled the clearing from the corner of his eye. He didn't focus on that for very long though. Instead all of his attention was on his sister as he stared at her, a smile breaking out across his face in relief that they had found her after only a few days of searching.
She was standing between two trees, bow in her arms and lowered as she looked back at him. The dim light of the evening sun made the arch of branches above her glow on it's travel down beyond the earth. From this distance he couldn't see her clearly, but he knew it was his sister. It had been her voice he had heard just now calling his own name.
He practically felt giddy at her sudden appearance and turned to call to the centaur beyond him, "Get Edmund and Lucy! We found Susan!" His brother and sister would want to see her as well. Peter turned back to face his sister, walking forward into the grass with his blade at his hip. "Are you okay? We we're worried the witch might have killed you or-"
"Killed me?" There was something in her tone of voice that made him stop short. "The witch never had me you idiot. You're the one going around almost killing people, and what for? Did you really think that would help you find me?"
He blinked at the bite in her voice and opened his mouth to ask what she was so worked up about when dark fur slinked from behind a tree to her right and he stepped forward quickly shouting, "Look out! Behind you!"
It was that damn wolf. He never should have taken his eye off the creature.