A fragile dream in the making

Oath didn't take his eyes off the anaconda as the small wolf's voice wavered behind him. Her confusion pierced him, but he had no time to reassure her properly. The snake, though wounded, still loomed large and dangerous, its body coiled and ready to strike.

"You're not trespassing," Oath growled, his voice low but strained, his focus split between the serpent and the trembling fae behind him. "But you need to move- now!"

The snake lashed out again, its massive body shifting with terrifying speed. Oath lunged forward, using his weight to slam into its side, preventing it from closing in on her. His teeth sank into the snake's thick skin, feeling the creature tense beneath him, but it was too strong to subdue easily.

"Get to higher ground!" he barked, his voice sharper this time as he wrestled the serpent. "You're in danger!"

Oath couldn't let her stay near, not while this threat still lingered. He was fighting to keep it at bay, but his real concern was the girl who still seemed unaware of just how close she was to being its next meal. The urgency in his voice carried a weight that he hoped would push her to act before it was too late.