Trouble with a capital T

His curse word falls on deaf ears as she moves closer to him with Binti. Rescuer was not normally her title, but this time, and this time only, she would risk life and limb to get the boy to safety. With her on one side and Binti on the other, they were able to pull the boy from the freezing water and up onto the shore. Though it wasn't far to make it out of the water, she was panting and exhausted by the time they got far enough out that neither would drown. Glad that she didn't have to support him anymore, Delphi collapsed onto the ground and sunk slightly into the mud.

Her eyes close as he begins to scream at her. Even though he was hacking away, he still insisted on being a mongrel. "För Odens skull, vila!" The Swedish erupts from her lips as she finally glares daggers back at him. While it may not seem like she understood Vidarr's language, he had been teaching her phrases before bedtime. "You're still breathing, aren't you?!" She continues to shout as she tries to get back up onto her paws. As exhausted as she was, she still had some fight left in her.

Though she didn't notice him looking at her bag, she suddenly realized it wasn't near her. With her fur bristling, she looks around until she sees the dirtied leather satchel on the ground. "Binti, grab it," she snaps as her glowering look switches back to the boy. "You could have just asked, asshole," Delphi sneers as her lips raise up and a growl rumbles in her tiny chest. Taking a few steps closer to him, she lowers her head and allows her hackles to fully bristle. "What's your problem anyway?" The pup jabs at him, expecting real answers.