Felih pauses for only a moment when he sees that his fellow adventurer isn't also hauling ass like he is, ears up in concern before he sees the powerful wave of magic sweeping against the pack of wolves. During the moments the wolves yelp and scramble as they try to untangle themselves from each other, Felih takes the opportunity to run alongside her, panting still as he holds a bundle to his chest.
"T-They were, hhah- attacking a coeurl-" he explains between pants, "-killed it. There was a kit." Presumably, the one in his arms. "I tried to save the kit, the wolves probably thought I was trying to get at their food!" he yowls in continued stress, ears pinned back as he keeps running for dear life.
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"T-They were, hhah- attacking a coeurl-" he explains between pants, "-killed it. There was a kit." Presumably, the one in his arms. "I tried to save the kit, the wolves probably thought I was trying to get at their food!" he yowls in continued stress, ears pinned back as he keeps running for dear life.
He might not be strong, but at least he's fast.