[Desperate may be a word for it, but while a desperate wolf might attack a human, the ones they saw on the road were different. Massive. Terrifying, in a way a wild animal never has been to her before.
She gets up and follows him down the ravine, her eyes still scanning in sharp little movements, looking for any disturbance of the snow or trees, her rifle braced against her shoulder. When Lan Wangji spots the den, Caitlyn holds back, raising the rifle. It makes sense for him to go in first; his sword was made for defending himself against things in proximity, while her rifle is useful only at range.
She doesn't say anything. She doesn't feel the need. He's a capable warrior, she knows. He'll know what to do. Instead of speaking, she breathes out, slow and steady, her breath pluming white in the air, as her finger finds the trigger.]
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She gets up and follows him down the ravine, her eyes still scanning in sharp little movements, looking for any disturbance of the snow or trees, her rifle braced against her shoulder. When Lan Wangji spots the den, Caitlyn holds back, raising the rifle. It makes sense for him to go in first; his sword was made for defending himself against things in proximity, while her rifle is useful only at range.
She doesn't say anything. She doesn't feel the need. He's a capable warrior, she knows. He'll know what to do. Instead of speaking, she breathes out, slow and steady, her breath pluming white in the air, as her finger finds the trigger.]