She watched Dawn when she went for her knife, hoping that she'd gotten at least some of the training her older sister had. Probably, right? I mean she couldn't just be walking around unable to protect herself.
Mel didn't grab a weapon just yet. She slowly moved toward the sound, very slowly.
It was dark enough out for it to be a lurk. It got dark super early this time of year.
And sure enough, it was. Mel punched it in the nose without saying anything, other hand reaching into her cargo pocket for a stake.