"Be careful!"
Emma pulled him over, using his arm's momentum to spin and deliver a kick to the gray wolf's jaw.
"Aw—"
The gray wolf collapsed, yelping in pain.
Hunter picked up his dusty suit from the ground and draped it back over her.
"It's windy; you might catch a cold."
"How did you recognize that it wasn't Snow?"
Emma explained, "Its' eyes are lime-green, but this one's are red."
Hunter followed her gaze and observed the wolf again. "You're right."
He hadn't noticed this before.
"You're not paying enough attention to Snow."
Emma scanned the surroundings. "This wolf must have been allowed into Snow's territory."
"Then why didn't Snow come out when you called?"
"I'd like to know that too."
Hunter was momentarily puzzled.
The gray wolf continued to whimper on the ground.
