Nova Peak Malice

The stranger did not relent. Reverie began to tremble, afraid more for her daughter than for herself. Blossom, I want you to run, alright? I'll catch up, I promise. Just - keep going that way, She gestured with her nose toward Hushed Willows. Follow our scents back, okay? Keep going until you get back to the forest, or until I find you.
And she sent her daughter off with a nudge, drawing herself up to full height to face the silver wolf. She didn't move, but her posture stiffened and her tail rose along with the fur at her spine in warning. Every few moments Reverie shot a glance back over her shoulder, making sure that her daughter was following the instructions given to her. She wouldn't move until the other wolf did, or until her daughter was out of sight; whichever one came first.
If she was honest, she was terrified.