Firestone Hot Springs What's another cold night?

 

This situation seemed to be getting worse and confusing by the minute. The closer the strange dark male came the more she realized the difference in size they were. In fact, she was the smallest of the wolves there so immediately she felt like she had the disadvantage if this were to become a fight. She stood where she sat while the white male moved closer to her. They both appeared to be watching the male circle them. At this point, she didn't know what to do or what was going to happen. Her heart raced in her chest and she even took a few deep breaths to try and calm it but it remained the same. The thought of running came to mind but when the smooth voice of the white male told her to stay she obeyed. There was some comfort with the thought that this wolf was going to help her...hopefully.

The sound of a splash pulled her gaze from the one wolf to the rather feral one who had crashed into their pool with zero grace at all. It took her for a surprise. However, it was the black wolf charging at her shortly after that made her feel as though the air left her lungs. Her ears flattened against her skull out of reflex and it took everything to remain where she was. Sera was fully expecting to have to fight the large beast off of her or deal with the pain he may inflict. Yet, the other shouted for the crazed wolf to pay attention to him instead which seemed to work. Wide eyes watched as the black wolf charged the male with intentions of inflicting harm. It appeared the white wolf's attack missed as the other dove under the water. This was bad. Should she do something? But she would only be in the way, wouldn't she? The last thing she wanted to do was make things worse for the wolf who was trying to help her.