Donald watched as the wolves wavered at the sounds of horns and hooves, and then started to slowly slink back into the night.  Looked down at the woman, in her ruined dress, and felt amazement that he and she were still breathing, much less healthy.  He simply nodded when she said his name, unsure of what to say next.  He knew that she would receive a terrible beating for running off, and did not doubt that she deserved it.  Still, he felt some pity for her.  She had fought so bravely against the wolves and hadn't backed down at all.<br/><br/>Her horse was calming down a little down, despite the tears to it's flanks by wolves' claws.  He walked over to the horse and reached up to take it's bridle, before hushing it.  "Steady now old girl."  He lead it back over to Branwenn and placed her hand on it's muzzle.  "It's going to be O.K."  He was unsure if he was talking to her or to the horse.<br/><br/>He had an impulse to place her on the horse and to let her escape.  He knew it was wrong, but he did not wish to see her beaten, nor to marry the chieftain's son.  There were only moments to decide a course of action, before it would be to late.