Arrow Lake my fairy companion

Cunning as she could be, the little fox of a wolf was presently blameless. She did not understand the emotions that overtook her, blanking her mind and yet filling her heart with noise. She continued to cry even as he attempted to comfort her and only began to quiet once she began to think of an answer to this question. "M-Maybe you could get in trouble," she said, shaking the tears from her eyes, "and I could save you. Or maybe you could p-punish me somehow." The words seemed foreign to her, and blacker than even the coat of the other wolf. She did not know how to reconcile the debt she felt, especially knowing she would never be strong enough to fend off an army as he had. Knowing she was being pitiful, she stopped shaking her head and steadied her stance. there was only one response that was necessary and that should have been her very first words. But her need to feel independent had distracted her from what was most important. "Thank you for helping me." She sniffed away her snot and her tears and her pride and offered a smile.