Holding Out For A Hero

Not long after the mountain lion had tried to bite and snap her neck, a large male had made his way to the lion, sinking his canines into the large cat's hind legs as it snarled out in rage and turned toward the male that had saved her. Huata moved out of the way. She stayed there for a moment, this male had saved her, the least she could do is think of something as well. She remembered that things like a tree hollow would be able to make things louder than what they already are. She snuck behind the tree hollow, placing her head down in the opening and howled loudly. The sound carried throughout the forest for it seemed as if a pack of wolves was approaching to help save them. The lion, believing that an actual pack was approaching, darted away from the two wolves.

Huata snickered and walked over to the male. The wound on her cheek was pouring blood, and the opening on her chest dripped blood as well but not as bad as her cheek. Her topaz optics met the male's heterochromatic gaze, and she gave a small smile. "Thank you for saving me. You were very brave, and I thank you again for helping me," she dropped her head low in a bow as she soon placed her head back up. "My name is Huata. Huata Hinto. May I ask your name?"