Whitefish River So We Meet Again

Oh no naive, but it was good she didn't immediately fear the monsters that go bump in the night - despite how quickly she huddled up to his side. He huffed a quick, amused laugh at it all and offered a gentle nudge from his shoulder to support her claim. I bet you aren't. Why not make sure she remained so certain of herself - so long as it didn't put her dangerously close to being too cocky and face off with dangerous foes, let her grow with confidence.

However, that all came crashing down. At her note that the scent was fresh, real fresh, the Constable took a defensive position. Gluing himself to her side and making sure she didn't break that contact by shadowing her movements, his eyes scanned the surroundings and his ears were on high alert. Shit. He thought to himself. Of course, it was fresh. The thing could be prowling in the darkness right now around them and just waited for the proper opening (assuming the worst). Stay close. He demanded. There was no sending her off for help now, she was far better with him now than wandering on her own.

Certain that if they called for help it would initiate combat if the feline was indeed prowling nearby, but what else were they to do? Walk with their shoulders tied to one another and hobble their way to the slumbering pack? Preparing for the worst, he sent out a call to gather anyone nearby to come and help with the threat. If they were lucky, they would just stand here until someone came by to help sniff out the feline, and better yet, another to take Malila away and back into the safety of the dens... for now, they waited -

But not for long, as soon as his call rang out, the malicious feline lept from the brush with the desire to silence the Constable. Cutting him off as he growled and gladly took the brunt of the attack, pushing Malila away with his hips to give them space; so long as the feline's attention was on him, Malila would be fine until help arrived.