The Bracken Woods who is your humble, maybe i'll run across him?

indra's feet thundered like little hooves, whilst her heart pounded like a herd of them. she threw herself through fern and gully blindly, her strides uninterrupted by rock or fallen timber.

as she jumped over a small moss-worn log she saw a wolf ahead and instinctively veered towards him. it didn't matter he was a stranger. it didn't matter he was an unknown quantity. he was an adult. he was safe.

"HELP!" she cried, voice raspy with fear -- she did not slow her gait and once she was upon him she would attempt to throw herself under him in a cowering, quivering mess. he was an adult -- and adults, in all their infinite wisdoms, were an aegis from the terrors of the world.