“Shit, Max,” she hisses under her breath. Her so-called ‘dog’ had bit her hand after he had ripped one of the citizens of Tashmore to SHREDS. However, Redd didn’t quite blame him. She completely understood that it was an act of passion, a heat of the moment type thing. She stood over the sink, winding a roll of gauze around the gaping wound. With her free hand, she fished through the cupboard for any jars of her healing gel she had saved from a previous spell. No such luck. She would have to brew a new batch sometime this evening.
When the stranger stepped onto the territory of the wolf and his little Redd, the hulking beast lunged at him from the tree, but stopped short. Fortunately for Zak, Max was tied to a tree with a set of chains. The werewolf ferociously snapped at the air before him, saliva laced canines bared. His piercing golden eyes glared daggers at the approaching boy.
Redd’s gaze shot to the window as she witnessed her personal guard dog just barely missing the strange boy outside. “Max!” She slapped her damp rag back into the sink and hauled ass outside. She sprinted down the rickety wooden steps of the cabin and sent the screen door creaking behind her. “Uh----SPOT!” What an original name for the ‘dog’. She jogged towards the beast with coarse fur and acerbic orbs. “Down, boy, dowwwwwwn.” She sunk her hand into his neck, fingers weaving through his bristles. This time, he made sure not to bite her. He knew his place, but his instincts sometimes were amplified to the extreme. Redd then turned her attention sharply back to the boy and feigned a cordial smile “Can I help you...?” Her stare hardened. “...Stranger?”
