Save Me from the Big Bad Wolf

She shied away from him, her soaked form cold and stiff. The frightened look on her features was unlike anything directed towards him. For a moment he debated lifting himself and giving her space but all at once she realized he was no threat and softed. She spoke his name, she remembered! The thought was swiftly cast aside as she returned to his grasp, clinging to him like there was no other hope. He knew something terrible had happened, but he only barely noticed the wound on her leg. She pressed herself into his chest and Ysmir wrapped hi arms around her thinner frame. He wrapped his head around her own protectively and she cried into his fur.

Anger rose in him, filled his chest and hi smind. Something had happened ot this sweet healer, someone had tried to hurt Gwynevere. None of it was his business, but he was here and especially after she had seen to him so selflessly he couldn’t help but offer her the same support now. It was easy though. She felt like so much more than an acquaintance, and she was so pretty. That made him all the more furious at her current state. He kept the emotions hidden, offering nothing but support to the sweet girl in his arms. He rubbed her back, careful to keep his claws to himself as he tried to soothe her sobbing. She couldn’t stay here, not with the chill and not with her leg like that. Ysmir didn’t dare rush her though. He held her tight until her tears dried.

Ysmir shook his head at her apology, she had helped him and he was in part returning a favor and another part helping a beautiful damsel in distress. She began to lift herself and Ysmir swiftly got to his paws so he could assist her. She would have been able to catch herself, but he was glad he was there as she pitched forward at the sudden pain. Gwynevere looked utterly defeated and he couldn’t help himself as his heart broke for her. He offered her a smile and an encouraging bump under her chin to lift her head and spirits.

The boy nodded again and pressed his shoulder to hers for her to lean on. If he thought he could make it he would have carried her, but being her crutch was the next best thing. He wanted to see her home and healed, he just wished he could do more for her. He could see that there was more than just a swim gone wrong beneath the surface, especially with the way she seemed to daze off, as if remembering the terrors that brought her here.