Chimera Fields magister

As if her frantic thoughts had summoned him, the coal-cloaked giant crashed into the fight, a force of nature against the cougar’s fury. Rhaena skidded to a halt, breath hitching as she dared to glance over her shoulder. The world seemed to slow as she caught sight of them locked in a brutal clash, dark fur and tawny muscle twisting together in a violent dance. A drop of blood splattered onto the earth just before her paws.
He came. Raedwulf really came. He heard her, and he came! Yet there was no time to dwell on that; this was survival.
Rhaena’s heart pounded wildly against her ribs. She knew Rædwulf was strong, stronger than any beast she had ever met, but what if? No, no, she wouldn’t let that thought take root. Panic clawed at her chest, but she swallowed it down, forcing her trembling legs to move. Her tail tucked between them, yet she turned to face the cougar, ears pinned, lips parting in what was meant to be a growl; except it came out as a weak, pitiful whimper.
Still, she stood her ground. „Leave my frēond alone!” she barked, voice cracking with fear, her tiny frame quivering like a leaf in the wind. But she couldn’t let that stop her. Not when he was in danger. The shadow girl watched, wide-eyed, as the cougar lashed out, its snarl ripping through the air like a jagged wound. Muscles tensed beneath its tawny pelt, claws flashing, teeth bared in a savage display. The beast was furious, wild; fighting with everything it had.
„Run!” she cried, legs shaking as she stepped back, unsure if she meant it for Raedwulf or for herself.
But she could not - would not - leave him behind.