"SALLY!" Bob screams as he watches Sally fall to the bottom of the green, grassy hill. His eyes open widely at the sight of a ferocious wolf at the bottom, his teeth gnashing together hungrily, his yellow eyes sending fear straight through Bob's spine. He shudders in fear, then unsheathes his blade, his eyes full of a fierce determination. He had to protect Sally. She was his sister, after all. So with a triumphant, courageous yell, he takes off down the hill, sword held tightly, and showing no fear at the wolf who prepared to strike Sally.
He would save her.
He had to.