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She swallowed, looking every bit the nervous pup as the slightly older she-wolf came bearing down upon her— playing at guardian had shifted from a romantic game to a terrifying reality in a mere instant. Emaleth was nothing if not proud and though every nerve in her body screamed that she was making the biggest mistake of her life, the yearling stood her ground. Naivety meant she tensed her muscles in preparation for the blow that was sure to come, inviting a worse injury than if she had simply relaxed and allowed her body to bend smoothly with the impact. As the other closed the gap between them, the young she-wolf held her breath and closed her eyes, waiting for teeth to rend her flesh.

Emaleth flinched as a snarl broke the tense silence, expecting to feel fire tearing open her shoulder with the sound, but instead there was only a gust of wind. With it, the commander's scent. Her mismatched eyes opened wide to see Thuringwethil pull her attacker back by the scruff as she might a naughty pup— set daun.

She was unfamiliar with the language but could guess at the meaning. Though the commander did not speak to her, the Mayfair was a loss for what else to do and so obeyed. She sat down hard on the ground as she released her breath, her expression a mix of bewilderment and satisfaction for the outcome.