An animal's brain could analyze many tactics, but that didn't necessarily mean they could see the entire picture. The she-wolf was well aware that the Dark Hunter was a threat and that in order to deter him, she would have to constantly attack him enough to where he gave up and turned tail or ran away like hell. The goal was to trap the Hunter, make him stuck, force him to endure further humiliation and an increased threat to his own life. It was a simple plan that would, she assumed, bring her to a victorious end. With the girl following a plan, unbeknownst to her, the wolf was thrilled to see the Hunter take the bait. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as her jaw parted, showing her rows of sharp teeth, playing her role dutifully. If he was going to fall for this trap then she herself would have to play the part as the brutish creature. As soon as he moved, everything seemed to slow down in her vision as she waited with weighted anticipation. It all happened in a sudden blur, as his shadowed form raced through kicking up the dirt and leaves that littered the floor, only his black streak would come to a sudden halt as the sound of silver teeth from the jaw snapped into life. The silver jaws glinted briefly, as it rose from its hiding spot, the pale moon's grey light fleetingly shining down on the piece that held the Dark Hunter in place.



Her black tail tipped with grey trimmings swayed life to right in a feverish manner. Surely he would not be amused that he had gotten himself stuck. As the woman behind her ordered the male not to stand up, seeing him disobey her orders only caused the wolf to growl in retort. He was trapped. He was finished. Surely he understood that it was best to listen to whatever they demanded. For starters she would be happy to have him stand still while she tore his jugular out. He threatened to kill her and he deserved to die for his stupidity. As he stood up, her grey trimmed ears hear the sound of the metal clanking, the chain moving and blue-grey eyes looked to the trapped foot. He was doing something. Whatever the hell it was, she wanted him to stop. And here is when there is a limit when it comes to an animal's mind. She knew he was quick, but she couldn't understand why. Instincts was telling her that her prey was somehow taking the upper hand and to keep that from happening she was far too eager to put a stop to it. Leaping for the trapped Dark Hunter, she would not feel her teeth sinking in his flesh, or her bulky frame knocking into his. Rather she tasted nothing but air and felt only her paws meeting the Earth. Turning her dial around she watched him stand briefly behind the girl and for a moment, she assumed the Witch was as good as dead. But as he ran away, the girl remained alive, for now. Only his leather boot enclosed in his silver trap held the trace that he was once here. Taking the boot as her prize and warning the girl that it belonged only to her, she happily began to chew on it lying her battered form on the ground. Yet all that adrenaline she had felt earlier was slowly dying away. Pain was coming back and she attempted to ignore it as the girl when about picking up whatever greens she had for her bag. Letting go of the boot, she would momentarily attend to her paw whimpering softly from the pain she was no longer able to ignore. As the Witch marched off, one ear flicked in her direction hearing the girl order her to follow, with a tone that didn't show a hint that her presence was truly wanted. Ignoring that she got herself to her feet, limping after the woman, the boot still clenched tightly in her teeth.



"Okay! Where are we going and....what are we going to do?"



The wolf did not ask for the help. She did not expect any aide from Witch or other creature. Catching up with the girl, she would walk quietly beside her, wincing each time her injured paw touched the ground. Now one would assume she would just walk on her two feet, but she did not trust the Witch. She was far safer in this form, especially when there were other Weres or Hunters roaming through these dark woods. Besides, what would happen if the Dark Hunter they had just escaped from their grasp came back again? Then she would hardly be useful. Seeing how they would be walking a long ways, her non-injured shoulder would lean into the girl's leg, using the girl as a crutch. By doing so it helped take off some of her weight from her injured shoulder and side along with the paw that had suffered the tight grasp of the silver teeth. Eventually as they made their way out of the woods and through the eastern side of the city, her head would lift at the familiar street lights and rows of homes, her own, was somewhat nearby and yet she would say no such thing. As they approached another home, the scent of the woman was strong in this area telling her that this was where the Witch resided. However there were other odors, odors she could not pinpoint potions were things she did not know nor understand. Snorting and shaking her head she muttered her distaste as she continued to follow the girl to her humble, smelly, abode.



"This home, it smells funny.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven