[@Anaeia] (No, you're good.  I was intending for that to be towards her)

The wolf snarled at him with blood dripping from its mouth, a fresh kill no less.  Perhaps this beast had mauled one of the bastards who were after him, but upon further notice, he could tell the wolf was wounded.  Its chest heaved with several pained breaths, its blue eyes, intense as they gazed at him menacingly, but they held so much distress in them.  Nevertheless, the swordsman gripped the hilt of his blade tight, unleashing his own growl.

[color=ed1c24]"Get back, you beast!  I said back!"[/color]

He stomped his foot forward, kicking up a mist of snow into the frigid air, his own breath, like smoke seeping from a dragon's maw from between his clenched teeth.