He walked closely text to her, his fur nearly brushing her fur with his proximity to her. He lowered his head slightly again and gently brush his head against her neck, his ears perking up as he listened for anyone around them. He didn't want any more trouble. He wouldn't hesitate to take off the head of the next person that threatened them. He watched her, hoping that she is doing ok, but he couldn't help but notice the scent of blood, and the sight of her wincing slightly as she walked. Who on earth does that person think she is. [@Arista]