She tried to catch the runaway bottle, but it disappeared into the crowd. As she attempted a last desperate leap through the crowd to apprehend it, however, she felt her hoof come down on tough, leathery flesh instead of the expected cobblestones, and heard a guttural noise equal parts startled and enraged. The unexpected obstacle tripped her, and she stumbled forward onto her hands and knees with a yelp of pain. There had been a second ogre in the crowd, and she had just trod on his foot.<br/><br/>She cowered away as he bellowed at her, tufted ears flattening against her skull.<b>"I'm so so sorry, it was an accident!" </b>Her pleadings seemed to do little to soothe the beast's temper, however, and he hefted a club that seemed more an uprooted tree trunk than a carved weapon. The faun cringed in terror, eyes shutting, but before the blow could find its mark, someone had suddenly forced their way between them to stop the club midswing. She heard it let out a growl similar to the ogre's, but this creature's voice was a good deal more animalistic, and when she dared look up at her mysterious savior, her first impression was that he was almost as animalistic as she was. But where she embodied mostly-herbivorous, prey-animal traits, he was all gray fur and sinewy muscle.<br/><br/>Before the ogre could strike at this new opponent, the wolfman wrenched the club from his grip and caught him in the stomach, driving the air from his lungs and knocking him back on his heels. As the beast feel wheezing to the ground, the wolf discarded the club and now turned to regard her where she crouched. The faun stiffened as she caught sight of his lupine-yellow eyes, a shiver of primitive fear running down her spine. When he moved towards her, she flinched as if expecting him to turn his wrath on her next, but instead, he only offered his hand to help her up.<br/><br/>Caught off-guard, she stared at the proffered paw for a moment before cautiously reaching to take it, calloused digits enfolding her own.<b>"Uh--thank you."</b>She allowed herself to be pulled back to her feet, trying stare too noticeably. She wasn't used to others standing up for her, far more common for her to be ignored or trampled down, as she nearly had been today. For a moment, she almost wondered if he had an ulterior motive of some kind, until she noticed the glass jar held in his other hand, the very same one she had just lost.<b>"Oh! Thank heavens it didn't break..." </b>She had lost track of it in the kerfuffle, and was infinitely relieved that it was still intact. She didn't want to think about what Corvus would have done if she had damaged his vital,<i>expensive</i>reagents.