Ash
It took awhile before Ash realized she wasn't running by herself. Shamus was following her. What was with that? Did he think it was okay to think of them as 'We' And not as two seperate wolves running for their lives? "There is a stream not to far from here, stone miss. It feeds into the lake. I'm sure if we can ford it that great muscle with teeth will loose track of us." Apparently he did.
Ash halted to a complete stop and stuck out her leg in front of where Shamus was going to step. She meant to trip him.
"You make it sound like we're running away from that snake together. Which we aren't." She cleared her throat, "Now, you may thank me for saving your life and then I'll be on my way. My very seperate, individual way." Her words were unusually sharp and curt. You couldn't even tell she had an accent. Was she actually being serious?
She raised her brows and angled her head so that it literally looked like she was looking down him. "I'm waiting." She suddenly started digging through her pack as if she was looking for something... or just wasting time waiting for a 'Thank You' from a so called lucky wolf.
Lucky wolf, you mean lucky I was here and graced with my ability to save him. Hehehe, I wonder if I could use him as a servant to carry my packs. She hid the sudden devilish smile on her face from Shamus.