With a glance over her shoulder, Sabine saw her pursuers. She grit her teeth and lowered her upper body, sprinting as fast as she could. She was terrified, but tried to focus on what to do next. She couldn't outrun them without transforming, but she had to fight them off until the other packs were alerted. She wheeled around a thick tree trunk and flattened her back against it for cover. She could hear two dull thuds against the other side of the tree where arrows made impact.

Breathing fast, she ran through what she needed to do. [i]Protection.[/i] She cast a shielding spell over her body to help deflect arrows. [i]Speed?[/i] It took an instant to realise that she did not have her shoulder bag on; there were no potions to help her here. [i]Deterrence.[/i] She needed time and space to transform. Bringing her hands close together, she brought her magicka swirling into a focal point that steamed with magical cold. It grew in intensity until she was ready to launch it. She peeked around the tree and threw the spell at the first enemy she saw. It expanded into a whirling ball of energy-sapping cold power and lumbered towards the bowman, painting frost on everything between them. She charged and threw the same spell around the other side of the tree, not caring to aim as carefully. Similarly, she used much of the rest of her magicka tossing weaker fireballs in their direction.

Hoping that they would fall into cover, she tried to find her beast spirit. She just needed a few seconds...