Right from the frying pan

His paws kept her jaws from him but that didn't mean he was out of danger. The amount of drool and the look in this woman's eyes had him thinking the woman over him might be rabid or insane, or maybe both. Her scream about who she was talking about still didn't make anything clear.

She suddenly yelped and back-pedaled off him and he was quick to right himself. But the words of run while they registered he wasn't about to. His hackles rose to stand and every hair on his spine went vertical. His ears pressed back and he repositioned himself. He would be between her and the last place he saw Lucette. The last thing he needed was his smaller companion getting attacked by this woman.

His eyes narrowed and his head lowered so only his hackles would be able to be bitten by her. His lips were curled in a snarl and legs spread for balance. Rainbows were exposed as his gums were visible but he wasn't counting that right now. He was defensive over himself and going to attempt to keep this woman from finding Lucette for fear she might attack the pixie.

His next move was to slam his own chest into the woman. He wanted to incapacitate her by any means. She was rabid tho so he was careful of keeping his body away from her jaws. He wasn't going to let Luce get hurt even if that meant dying himself.