To Cry Wolf || + ex-mercenary
It wasn’t everyday she had run-ins with hunters, and when she did it would normally be her trying to and succeeding in outrunning them. The forests and fields where her home, her sanctuary. Fighting wasn’t always an option, but today they had caught her at a vulnerable moment whilst she was drinking from a stream that ran through the heart of the forest. There was three, armed with crossbows and daggers. One fired before she had a chance to flee, catching her in the hind leg.
The cry was more wolf than human, and she staggered on four paws, stumbling to find cover behind the nearest tree and brush. From her cover she was able to observe them as they clambered down into the slope that lead to the stream, knowing they would follow her up the small incline. Mercy flexed her leg and whimpered. The arrow head would only cause her more pain and discomfort if it was removed without the proper care, but now she was angry. Her rage was quick to boil over. How dare they come into her territory. How dare they attack her when she had never done anything to provoke them. The near by villages livestock where left untouched by her, and yet despite that, they chose to come for her in her own place of peace.
The she-wolf fed off her rage, using the rush of adrenaline to push aside the pain and focus on he fight. She crouched low, still, blue eyes wide and pupils shrinking down to pin-prick sized points within the blue of bright eyes. Her growl was low, warning, and yet they still came towards her, oblivious but searching, making small cooing noises as if to mock her. Black claws dug into the earth, ears turning down and lips curling back, the shadows of pitch fur and leaves giving her enough cover before she pounced.
The nearest one screamed as she slammed into him before her teeth sank into his throat, blood bursting out, spraying the trees and grass. The force of her attack sent the other two into a wild panic as she rested her giant form and opened her jaws to let forth a roar.