Fairspell Meadow look alive, sunshine

The woman's approach does not go unnoticed, but at first, Keen isn't certain what to make of her. Pity stirs within her chest at the other's state, and immediately she considers offering what little help she can give — but then she opens her mouth, and finds the words will not come. Of course.
Anger flashes through her, heated and foreign. It seems so unfair to her that the presence of another turns her into a bumbling fool. The wolf's collapse startles her in the next moment, and a snarl tears itself from her throat, more instinct than malice. The stranger, already such a nuisance, is close — far, far too close to her only friend, her most prized possession. Get away from him! It comes out louder than she'd intended, panic tinting her voice slightly. She can't lose Stanley to the carelessness of this stranger, hurt or not. She can't be completely alone.