Blacktail Deer Plateau Don't let the sun outshine you

Diane was mesmerized to say the least. She had seen a snake taken head on, but never had she witnessed this done by a singular wolf. Bothersome seasnakes were dealt with by a crowd, and the activity usually involved usually chasing rather than killing, because outright attacking was often too dangerous, even for a particularly swift wolf. To say she was impressed was a vast understatement for the ignorant girl. But her fear nearly belittled her great impression of him. She couldn't dwell on the way he talked, though something about it kept his charming voice tickling in the back of her thoughts, ready to spring up again once the danger had passed.

The gilded stranger leaped sideways, and Diane flinched even at her distance, anxious for his safety. A small whimper managed to eke out from between her clenched teeth, but it was all the sound she allowed herself. She didn't want to distract him— didn't want to be the cause of a slow, painful death to the valiant "soldier".