The hour was still early and most of the native wildlife hadn’t crawled out from whatever smelly holes they hid in during the day, but Addison crowded her as though he feared the dilapidated buildings themselves might try to bite him. She didn’t like the Puyallup Barrens any better, but she knew enough not to show fear in the face of a predator. At the very least, there would be several watching from shadowed alleys or darkened glass-toothed windows. Addison’s nervousness could mark them as outsiders, targets. If that triggered an attack, his nearness could hamper her response. She could get hurt.