Tumult
He raised his sword even though he was in the middle of the clearing and would never make it to her in time. If he had the time he would curse himself out for not being more aware of his surroundings. Right now though he didn't have the time, and neither did Susan who was now lifting her bow.
A wave of relief crashed through him at her quick reflexes before he realized the loaded arrow was pointed at him.
"Susan?" The voice of Lucy came from his left at the edge of the clearing. Glancing over he could see Edmund standing there as well, eyes wide and flickering quickly between him and Susan.
"Stand down." Susan's voice filled the empty air of the clearing as she pulled the arrow taut.
The wolf, Chief of the Secret Police advanced from behind her but she still wasn't turning. "There's a-" Peter took a step forward as he spoke, staring at the animal just behind her. That beast was too close to his sister-
"Sheath your weapon!" Her shout made him stop again, staring at her. Did she really not notice what was creeping up on her.
It was bearing it's fangs at him, an almost cocky look on it's face. Assuming the creature could convey such an expression. This wolf turned, snapping at the air just an inch from Susan's thigh.
She looked down then, frowning. "Stop it. You're no better."
It's maw shut for a second and then it was open again, snapping once more at the air around her leg before pressing it closed furry jaw to the leg. His eyes widened. It was rubbing it's face along her skin!
"You're weapon." Peter looked back up to see her eyes were trained on him again and that... that wolf was... What was that noise? A sort of titter was slowly filling the clearing.
When he sheathed his sword Susan relaxed her bow, putting both it and the arrow on her back it some holster. Her free hand reached down to scratch behind the wolf's ears and that laughter from before increased.