Fox's Glade Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true

whoa.
ancelin drew up then, goggling at her demand, but felt it heat along his blood. why not? the pair of them were warriors with lances to draw up. he was her knight, she the queen.
also her reaction scared him, a lot; she'd never wanted to hunt bears before. what was this now? yet some shouting instinct told the man not to question her, simply to go and get whatever it was she wanted to eat before she turned on him. he didn't really think she would — well. he hadn't, not till that flash in her eye.
vaguely he wondered if such ferocity was due to her current state. but ancelin wasn't about to argue. "then let's get it."
he nudged the fur of her cheek gently, motioning for her to lead on. he would trail just behind.