OOC: I'm so sorry, I forgot this one! >.<
Every snort of the buffalo had the boy tensing to run, but he held his ground. Since he'd moved away from the herd he was somewhat confident that if they decided to squash the pesky wolves they'd be too busy stomping mud holes into the grown ups to worry about him.
When the standoff broke everything happened at once. The fae was kicked, a command was shouted, and the boy did as he was instructed without hesitation. He turned and ran, trusting that the grown ups would follow or catch up to him. There was enough distance between them that with the thundering of the hooves Angelus almost didn't catch the shout of the brute. He reacted mindlessly, diving to his left and running until he was clear of the herd.
Spinning around, the boy sought the eyes of the grown ups. His eyes were huge and glittery; the product of excitement and a huge helping of fear; and a toothy grin threatened to split him from ear to ear. "Wow!" It then dawned on him that the fae might be hurt. Immediately the gleeful expression disappeared and was replaced by concern. "Are you okay?"
"Speaking" - "Thinking"
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