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Jennine's eyes widened when she saw the same man from before land next to her. He had wings?! Between the both of them, he seemed much better equipped for the fight and relief poured through her. She wasn't in this alone. Questions about his wings could wait until later. She tried to remember everything her father had taught her about swinging a bat when she was practicing for tee-ball.

"Stand down." The fae's cold voice could had frozen boiling water. His wings fluttered silently behind him, giving him a very sturdy stance as he pulled an arrow from the quiver and knocked it. Although these were animals, their strange nature made him figure they might just understand him. Pieridae drew back on the bow and aimed it, the more time he took the more accurate. A lunging target meeting a flying arrow would only make it do that much more damage to the target, Pieridae knew this. Completely orange eyes glared from under the hood of the child's guardian, stalking each wolf that dare toil with the Hunter, the Grimm Reaper of the woods.

Pieridae knew there would be no backing away of the wolves this time, be he a man of the forest or not. He was the only thing between them and their prey, so he released the arrow.

With the release of the arrow, hell broke loose. Several of the wolves tried to get out of the way, but one was not quite lucky enough to dodge the arrow and died. It was most likely the one Pier had been aiming for. A small handful of either very brave or very stupid wolves lunged, hoping to catch the man off guard.

"Get back," said the fae as he knocked another arrow and sent it spinning into the hind leg of a rushing wolf. Then the first one reached him and he dove left, infront of the girl, to dodge the toothy snare. He took the knife from his side and held the gleaming metal between himself and the wolves, the injured one limping very slowly behind. Pieridae's bow lay on the ground amongst scattered arrows that had fallen out of his quiver when he dodged the attack. He ballanced himself with his wings as he used his other foot to get his smaller knife out of his boot. It landed right infront of the girl, where he intended it to go.

Jennine dropped the stick and quickly grabbed the knife. Her face was pale with the sight of the attacking wolves, but the man seemed to be holding his own. She lashed out at a wolf that thought if could try to flank Pier while he was fighting other wolves. The action was clumsy in the little girl's hands, especially compared with her strange comrade's skill, but it came unexpected and she was lucky enough to slice open his nose.

Pieridae dashed for the bow as a wolf charged him. His wings flapped then folded as he slid on the ground, grabbing the bow and stopping by an arrow. He kicked the wolf's nose as he knocked an arrow and shot it, the wolf dropped to the floor in a growing lake of red that spread around the arrow in it's neck. With help of wings and a hop, Pieridae was back up. A wolf lunged from his side and he dodged backwards, throwing himself with the dagger forwards once it was past him. The wolf reared as the knife knicked its rear, turning and biting the man's arm.

Pieridae gave a grunt as he brought the dagger up under the wolf's jaw and jammed it upwards, freeing his bow hand. Blood from his wound flowed just as the blood from the rest of the dead or injured wolves. The fae took his dagger, grabbed the tip, and through it at the wolf near the girl. The hilt bopped it in the head, making it take a second for the beast to shake it off. By that time Pieridae was next to the girl with two arrows in his quiver and one already knocked in his bow. The wolf Pieridae first hit was pre-occupied trying to bite the arrow out of himself.

Jennine would have been watching Pier with wide eyes if she hadn't had to watch the wolf in front of her. When he took care of that one, she relaxed a bit. Three dead already and a fourth that was trying to bite out its arrow. Wasn't there more though? She looked around and couldn't find them.

The fae stood in a ready stance with his bow as he listened for any noise from the wolves. They seemed to have retreated for now. He stood up and put the bow on his back. "What are you doing here?" he asked the girl. His wings still were on a brilliant display behind him.

"I...We'd been playing out here..." She wondered if the other children had survived. Probably. The wolves only seemed interested in her. She stared at Pier's wings. "Are you a fairy?"

Pieridae shot her a look. "I'm not a fairy. I am a fae," he corrected. He narrowed his eyes at her as he folded his wings behind him as much as they could. "Don't you need to get home?" he asked, changing the subject.

Jennine looked up. They weren't in any part of the forest she knew, and it had grown dark during the excitement with the wolves. "I don't know which way it is...and if the wolves decided to attack there, my aunt wouldn't be able to protect me from them."

"So you propose...?" asked the fae. It was infact getting dark, he knew it but hadn't really cared. He realised that this girl might give a little more care than he after an attack like that. After all, she had no wings or skills to get up to higher places like he did.

"Could I stay with you? At least for tonight, please." She didn't want to be left out here alone in the dark. "I know I'll be safe with you, and maybe you can teach me how to protect myself." She brightened a it at that. She loved learning new things. Her personality wasn't the sort where she would go starting fights, but in light of the attacks, it might be better for her to learn. After all, she could only be so lucky in having Pier nearby.

The fae groaned. "Fine, follow me." The fae picked up his arrows and knife and put them in their propper spots. He turned to the girl before he walked to where his pack was. "I'll take my knife back." Pieridae held out his hand for the handle.

Jennine smiled slightly in relief. She hadn't felt safe since the night of the fire, but this man put her at ease. She carefully wiped off the small amount of blood from the wolf's nose one her shirt before handing the knife to him, hilt first.

"Lets go." This time Pieridae actually walked, he didn't use his wings at all, but they still moved in the wind behing him. The fae led the way through the forest to where his pack rested at the bottom of the tree. It was a decent ways until the first branch. "Can you climb well?"

Jennine blushed and shook her head. She never really got the hang of climbing well. She had the balance, just not the strength. She could make it up closely set branches she didn't have to pull herself up to, but beyond that, she'd need help.

Pieridae sighed. "I assume you've never slept in one either." He pondered for a moment a solution to the probem. If he had his rope in his bag still he might be able to pull her up. Them he would have to city-folk-proof the tree so she wouldn't fall out. So much work there's required!

Jennine blushed even deeper and shook her head again. She didn't like being a burden but there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it at that point. "I've slept in a hammock before..." Of course, a hammock and a tree aren't quite the same, but hammocks are difficult for some to stay in.

The fae shook his head, things were never easy when others were around. He pulled out his knife and dagger and stepped a bit away from the girl. He had pulled out a rope from his bag which was now coiled around his shoulder. "Wait for a minute," he said before launching himself up the tree, half flying and half climging. When he reached a decent height he tight one end to a sturdy branch, tied two loops on the other, and threw it down, letting it rest just above the forest floor. "Get in," he called down.