Holding Out For A Hero

The female had done something, a howl echoing through the forest, and the mountain lion raced away, leaving Bradan unharmed, luckily for him, and thanks to the female, it seemed. The ivory male glanced at the female, and noticed that she was a pretty female. If it were not for the gashing blood on her cheek and chest, Bradan would have left her to be on her own and find her own healer. If she wasn't able to make it to a healer, then he would blame himself, and the male paused as she moved closer, dipping her head and speaking. She called him brave, thanking him for saving her, and telling him her name. Huata. Bradan smiled at her, dipping his head in a bow, something that he usually wouldn't have done to a normal wolf. "My name is Bradan Xanilov. It is very nice to meet you, and I thank you for helping me as well. "