I hate everything about this

He turned his attention back to her so fast he got whiplash. He left a soft growl grow on his lips, peeling back the skin around one of his fangs to properly show the full length of it. “If you think it’s wise to knock back some witch brew, your crazy” he said. Never mind the fact that he had been considering it. He was a warrior. He was supposed to take risks. He didn’t want Zee taking something that had unknown consequences. He couldn’t protect her from something like that.

Zee moved back to the water edge, and more lazily attempted to snatch at the fish. She was shivering a little, so he came up beside her, and pressed his coat, which was mostly dry, against her. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there a moment, silent, protective, and weary, before he stepped forward and ducked his own head under again.

When he finished his next fish attempt, he kept his place beside the colder wolf.