Overture Downs you'll get the hang of it.

An answer spewed hastily from the dark wolf. 

Meanwhile, Lutra cowered. The man didn't do much except stand there between them, shifting at nearly imperceptible level to a more proud posture as he assumed the role of protector. Lutra was immediately grateful; there was no time to thank him and she certainly had no voice for it, but she felt more comfortable standing there with him, and watched the shadow try to close in again.

Lutra's coiled body tensed in expectation of a hit. She stepped back and nearly tripped on her own curled tail, wedging herself against the man's side and making herself as small as possible.