[At first Lucy recoiled from the heat, shielding her face. Whatever-it-was burst out of the snow, a curl of fire, and the wolf emerged out of it unscathed. The snow around her legs had melted enough that Lucy could finally wriggle free onto solid ground, and put one hand on the wolf's ruff when she came close enough. It was damp from the melted snow.
Her attention followed the wolf's after that, her touch becoming more of a protective curl of her arm. Vectors stretched from Lucy's shoulders again, sinking through the shifting snow. Shrieks of alarm came from it as the imps beneath suddenly backpedaled, leaving that area of snow alone.]
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Her attention followed the wolf's after that, her touch becoming more of a protective curl of her arm. Vectors stretched from Lucy's shoulders again, sinking through the shifting snow. Shrieks of alarm came from it as the imps beneath suddenly backpedaled, leaving that area of snow alone.]