"I'll distract the wolves in a bit. You take the chance to run. Head southeast, and once you see the slope, keep going downhill. That's how you'll get out of this mountain." The boy looked at her, his clean and delicate face carrying a calmness far beyond his years.
The girl couldn't help but wonder, what kind of experiences must he have gone through to develop such a mature demeanor at his age?
"What about… you?"
Uneasy, she lifted her eyes, clutching the hem of the boy's shirt tightly, refusing to let go.
There were so many wolves. If she ran away alone, what would happen to him?
Even if he was quite a bit older than her, he was only a teenager, just a big brother.
"I'll be fine." The boy lowered his gaze, meeting her dark, glistening eyes, and reached out, gently ruffling the top of her hair.
The motion was incomparably tender.
She suddenly felt herself on the verge of tears.
"Big brother, you really won't be in danger, right?" she asked, her uncertainty audible.
