Flycatcher Downs a stunning dress of hellfire

Cole huffed softly, his warm breath visible in the frigid air. His amber eyes softened as they swept over the girl, taking in her solitary figure. The weight of her nod and the silence that hung between them told him all he needed to know. Alone.

That won’t do, he muttered under his breath, more to himself than her, his voice low and gravelly.

He tilted his head, gesturing slightly with his muzzle, the motion deliberate. His broad form shifted closer, his movement slow and nonthreatening as he tried to catch her eye. He made a motion with his paw, then toward himself, as if to say: You’re coming with me.

The thought of her wandering out here, exposed to the elements and whatever dangers lurked beyond the trees, didn’t sit right with him. Name? he asked simply, the word clipped but not unkind, his brow lifting slightly as he waited. If he was going to take her under his wing, he wanted to know who he’d be keeping safe.