And so she did, the once vital wolves splintering and cracking into white-blue pieces as her arrows struck them. A clever trick for sure. She could have used this woman a few days ago, when she was trudging through the wild mountains of Siberia, the wolves waiting seemingly every time she turned around.

"Can you do that one again?" she asked as the last wolf-sculpture shattered and the remaining members of the pack ducked into the trees (likely to try and circle, she moved to follow them).