“A half-woken stoat peeped scaredly from its lair in a drystone wall and a skinny old doe stood alert and watchful on a limestone outcrop.”
“And even once he'd noticed, once he'd started excitedly, scaredly, to wait for her to choose her place, even then he couldn't be sure, not at first, that he wasn't just crazily making it all up.”
“He then turned round and looked scaredly at Crean and myself.”