When Buttercup had challenged her about friendship, they'd decided that a verbal confirmation was enough. Alice, though, has been a harder nut to crack. Still, now that A-Qing is ducked behind Alice, who's... boiling some wolves alive?

Ew.

Well, now that she's here, and not looking at that anymore, Alice feels kind of reliable. Like they're probably friends after all? So she stays, as directed, and keeps one hand on the small of the older girl's back. What? The ground is starting to grow damp and slippery, and the whistling combined with the panicked yelps of the wolves is disorienting. It's not babyish to cling under these circumstances, and if anyone says otherwise, she'll kick them.

"What's that you're doing?" She whisper-shouts, when the whistling has quietened a little.