[ It's hard to say what 'other threats' might entail. Wolves are one thing. Bears, maybe? Ones that are sick too, like the wolves were. Or... something else? She doesn't really know what this place can throw at them. And it's hard not to wonder what demons and monsters it could be, considering this still might very well be Hell.
It reminds her of Edward Little. Always patrolling all hours of the day, wandering the town with his gun against his back. Her lips purse briefly. ]
... Thank you. [ It's uttered quietly to him, but genuine. ] It's probably thankless work. Nobody asked you to, but you're doing it anyways. So— thank you.
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It reminds her of Edward Little. Always patrolling all hours of the day, wandering the town with his gun against his back. Her lips purse briefly. ]
... Thank you. [ It's uttered quietly to him, but genuine. ] It's probably thankless work. Nobody asked you to, but you're doing it anyways. So— thank you.