the sorting hat

Eilidh had never seen a fight like this! Sure, she and her brothers tussled now and again, but the snarls and snaps of teeth were never this brutal. Maybe it came with age or experience. Whatever the case, Eilidh bolted for Casmir and bumped her head against his chest, his shoulders, his own head, anywhere to get him out of harm's way. "Move!" she hollered, standing between him and the angry wolves behind her. "We gotta go!" She didn't know what they were doing or why they were fighting, but Eilidh didn't intend on sticking around to find out.