As the last of the far-too-large wolves goes down Mai is still clutching her last two knives. She's pretty sure she can recover the two she just threw, but four isn't a very comforting number.
She's swaying on her feet from a combination of exhaustion and perhaps a bit of shock. It's been rough surviving out here on her own, and she's too tired at the moment to really devote any attention to the person who probably just saved her life.
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She's swaying on her feet from a combination of exhaustion and perhaps a bit of shock. It's been rough surviving out here on her own, and she's too tired at the moment to really devote any attention to the person who probably just saved her life.
Like she'll ever admit that.