In the stillness of the mountain twilight, wolves calling out to each other, with the sun setting on our increasingly concerned damsel(s?) in distress, the lake water turns… pink?  A nod to Victoria’s Secret?? And what exactly is enveloping Shelley in the second frame? Pink fog, Pink bushes?  A nod to Stephen King??

Shelley, cortisol flowing freely through her body, her delicate fingers touching her dermabrased and foundation-laden cheek, declares her fright for all the wild, natural world to feed upon…  Cherry offers up, “They’re wolves, Apex Predators that hunt cooperatively in packs, and we are in very strong canvas tents; don’t worry we are safe!”

Uh, OK, Cherry, even I am starting to think the whole “outdoors” thing is a little extreme…