And, hand uplifted, he took a threatening step toward the little girl.
Sonya cowered back in mortal dread.

There was no mistaking the import of Ruloff's tone or gesture.

Lad read it as clearly as did the child.
As Sonya shrank away from the menace, a furry shoulder was pressed reassuringly against her side.

Lad's cold muzzle was thrust for the merest instant into her trembling hand.
Then, as Ruloff advanced, Lad took one majestic step forward; his great body shielding the girl; his dark eyes sternly on the man's; his lips drawing back from his blunted yellow fangs.

Deep in his throat a growl was born.
Ruloff checked himself; looking doubtfully at the shaggy brute.