Leon grabbed her hand sensing her fear and whispered, “Who have to calm down. They can smell fear. Just keep a hold of me what ever happens. All right?”
Ina nodded her head. She wasn’t about to argue with someone who radiated sureness like Leon. Sadly; Ina didn’t have that kind of confidence to share.
"Okay lets go then" he tightened his grip on her hand a little and carried on. They soon came up to the lumberjack who put down his axe with a sigh and turned around, slid down the tree and relaxed closing it's eyes. As so as they got a few feet away from him he suddenly said, "That one of yours?"













