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The wolf’s ears flicked back, his eyes flicking about, trying to find what she feared. He could hear voices getting closer and closer, but not so close that they wouldn’t be able to slip away from them without being seen. His snorted, nudging her with his snout, trying to get her move. If she didn’t, he would have no problem leaving her here, but Mama had instilled an obligation to be kind to those that needed it. He nudged her again, dancing back on his paws, trying to get her to move and save herself.
She followed where she nudged, too afraid to not heed him. Still, those people were on her heels, carrying her father’s orders. Alaror stumbled onwards, tempted to stop and let them come. They’d already tried to kill her once for what she’d done, and failed. But she kept moving, her new form for once feeling alien, but at least her steps were silent, as if she weren’t even walking on earth. “You do not have to help.” She whispered to the wolf, her eyes wide as she scanned the trees. No sign of them, as far as her eyes could see in the blinding light. She couldn’t smell them, at least.
