I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this.

The bleat of the fawn cut through the silence, and Ludovic’s ears flicked towards the sound, eyes catching sight of Zagan emerging from the pines.

When Sericea's voice trembled with uncertainty, Ludovic’s response was swift and firm. “Stay close,” He said quietly, his gaze flicking between the doe and his brother. “Don’t make any sudden movements. I think Z will try to fight it, but we don’t move until he does.”

He glanced at Zagan, giving a slight nod to signal his readiness. With a final growl to reassure Sericea, Ludovic began to lead, his steps measured and deliberate. His paws shoulder width apart, limber and ready.

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