That was strange. Davis could only wonder why the beast attacked the girl, but not him. Had the wolf sensed the magic in the musket, or was he-or she-too preoccupied with attacking the girl? It was hard to tell in such dark conditions. He kept the musket raised, until he caught a glimpse of the beast's face. There was something...off about it. It was something that Davis couldn't put his finger on.
He dared not move, in case it went to attack him. He was capable of defending himself, but he still didn't want to take that kind of risk.
He was about to back off and get to safety, when a great howl rose from the beast. Davis clapped his hands over his ears to try and block out the terrible sound and, in his anguish and haste, dropped the musket on the ground. It, thankfully didn't go off. What a pain that would have been.
He dared not move, in case it went to attack him. He was capable of defending himself, but he still didn't want to take that kind of risk.
He was about to back off and get to safety, when a great howl rose from the beast. Davis clapped his hands over his ears to try and block out the terrible sound and, in his anguish and haste, dropped the musket on the ground. It, thankfully didn't go off. What a pain that would have been.