coward.

                 At the face of danger, wolves bare their fangs and prepare to FIGHT ----

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        ---- but courage comes in many shapes and forms, some more concealed than others.

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          Uneasiness is an emotion he's very well familiar with, one which accompanies his daily life like a loyal follower (he's unable to get rid of it, no matter how much he yearns for a day without worries). He's become accustomed to it and its consequences, has learned with time that he's hopeless and had dim chances of feeling complete relaxation, but today is a special case; he's jumpier than usual, keeps twiddling with the rim of his shirt, curling into himself to make his image look smaller and therefore unnoticeable.

          ...He's usually not overly forgetful, but...he can't find his cloak (and the lack of its comforting warmth around his shoulders is the main cause of his overwhelming distress).

          A boat is definitely not the thing he expected to see first thing in the morning upon waking up and heading out. His steps slow gradually until his motions are completely stopped, curiosity momentarily taking over rationality as he forgets his original task in order to observe the person coming out of it. 

          A human? Not unlikely (common, even, for they were quite fond of exploring their lands), but the smell was off, somehow, that much he could tell from where he stood. Not human, most definitely (if it was, however, what would a little girl be doing alone in such a place?). Something else, then, though he can't quite put a finger on it just yet ---- but as he catches sight of her glancing around, he thinks that he'd rather not find out the answer to that. 

     Imagination goes wild at the inquiry spoken (without meaning to, really — if he had a choice in the matter, he would gladly ignore such thoughts, but the truth is that he can’t help the rush of images that take over his mind as the question replays), and his ears flatten against his skull.

     Dinosaurs? Could easily eat one wolf whole in one simple bite, had no difficulties (or conscience, for that matter) in chewing it between their colossal teeth, in discarding the bones like one would throw away trash when it wasn’t needed.

     Robots? The complete opposite, yet sharing the same lack of empathy as long as their objective was met (what kind of robots would they be, anyway? Probably those with red lasers on their eyes. He’s never seen one, of course, only gathers a mental image due to what he’s heard over time, but it probably was dangerous, very dangerous).

       ——So, in a choice between those two?