It could be heavily debated what the scariest thing around there was - the howling or Veronika's face when she heard it. The later was pale as chalk, completely drained of colour with large silver eyes, widened in terror. When she spoke, it made Alexa's already wavering voice sound clam.
"Where t-those w-wolves?! D-dogs? W-werewolves?!" She hissed in high pitch, grabbing Alexa's upper arms in her momentum of fear, as if begging the other girl to tell her otherwise. "What if die out here?... Ha ha..." Noticing how improperly she's been acting Veronika retreated a little, muttering a small 'sorry' before staring blankly ahead for a couple of minutes. Of all possible animals, creatures... there had to be wolves. Veronika couldn't even stand being around her mother's Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, she was that repeled by dogs and anything alike, now she was out here in wide grassy plains with some other random girl and possibly large, drooling wolves in the distance. And so she, the great heiress of the Orlov is not only left here, away from all civilization, but will also possibly be killed by wolves. Impossible, truly impossible!

Her blood-drained lips twisted in a small smile as she let out a small chuckle. She went ahead and took a couple more steps that separated them from the altar, wiped the dust and dirt off its top and with a light spring sat on top of its surface. "It's all right!" She beamed, while it was painfully obvious that she didn't believe any of the nonsense she spat. "This. Is my dream. Yep. I don't know why I'm dreaming of a peasant such as you, but it's a dream." She stated, in denial that the whole situation is real. Carelessly, she flipped her locks behind her back (her annoying repetitive gesture), crossed her legs in a lady-like fashion and looked at Alexa with a slightly tilted head as if saying 'What now'.