I feel the hot breath of the wolf standing over me, his large teeth pressing into my throat, and I close my eyes, waiting. Trying to deny the inevitable. But the weight of the paws pressing on me suddenly vanishes. I hear the clank of a sword against bone and the soft whimper of the monsters dying. I don't want to open my eyes. But I do. Warm brown eyes meet mine and the boy standing a couple paces away seems to grimace. His wavy dark brown hair covers his face. He is lean and strong too, and he stands slightly awkwardly. his long arm leaning down to help me up, waiting for me to grasp his hand. I'm too dazed to do anything and he gets tired of waiting for me so his arm loops around my waist pulling me to my feet. His face too close for comfort, and I lean away hesitantly. He just saved my life.