[Mona nods once at Spencer's light touch, but doesn't look away from the wolf, as if she could scare it into submission by the fury in her glare. Not even when she tenses up as it crouches, ready to attack; she keeps up her position, hands clenched into impotent fists at her sides, as Spencer oh-so-carefully bends down for a rock. If Spencer's going to throw it, Mona's going to be ready--
but she's not throwing it yet, apparently. Spencer's probably right, as much as Mona wishes they had another option. Better to find a place to hide in the woods until the wolf gets called off than get caught by A having a staring contest.] Fine. If we can find a tree that's not at risk of burning, I don't think wolves can climb.
[She grabs her skirts again, carefully sliding her feet backwards over the uneven ground without turning her back to the creature.]
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but she's not throwing it yet, apparently. Spencer's probably right, as much as Mona wishes they had another option. Better to find a place to hide in the woods until the wolf gets called off than get caught by A having a staring contest.] Fine. If we can find a tree that's not at risk of burning, I don't think wolves can climb.
[She grabs her skirts again, carefully sliding her feet backwards over the uneven ground without turning her back to the creature.]