Mithiel watched the scene intently. That wolf would not hurt the child. She could have attcked her that afternoon if she had had the chance, her being twice the size of the greyhound, but she had not. Even though her chains would have prevented her from doing much harm, the wolf still could have hurt her.
Mithiel whimpered to her master, and an agreeing bark set him to turn and look at her.
"Quiet Mithiel!" He said pondering the situation.
Her master was a proud man, he would not let the wolf go, even though his own child was in her grasp. Mithiel barked again and again. Than she saw her master's fist tighten, and she knew she had made a mistake upon her mouth again.
"I said quiet!" Yelled her master, than her turned and gave her a stunning blow across the nose with his tightened hand .
It stung harshly and Mithiel tasted blood on her tongue. She yelped and fell back. Whimpering as she edged off to the other side of the courtyard, nursing her wound the best she could. She watched the rest of the situation from there...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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