When the Realm had decided to start trying to bring back dire wolves, Sabriella had shaken her head. It might be nice and interesting for people in castles to go and look at a beast and say "What a magnificent creature", but for those who herded animals, the dire wolves would just be a creature stealing their income and, if they fought back, would probably net them a harsh sentence for attacking a threatened creature.<br/><br/>The feeling of vindication in her opinion was of little joy to her now, though, with the beasts descending on them.<br/><br/>"Get behind me, Princess, and stay there."<br/><br/>Noticing their... Weapons..., Sabriella almost stopped dead. They had been infected. The realization took a while to set in. That was the first thought. The second one came in rapid succession; They wouldn't be killing, they would be defiling. Readying her blades, her eyes keeping watch for any of the canines hiding in the trees, she placed herself between them and her charge. It would be one thing if the Realm died with the princess - She wouldn't let the last remnant of it be degraded like this. Not by an animal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>