[justify][indent][i]Snap![/i] 

Cassandra's blue eyes darted up, her body suddenly still. The sight before her was horrifying, like a nightmare had crawled out of some sick man's head, and it took all her willpower not to make a ruckus by turning and running away. It was unwise to blatantly run away from wolves, especially one that looked more monster than animal. Slowly, she crouched again and took a step back, pulling an arrow from her quiver to gently place it at the bow's sights. She didn't draw, though: she remained in place, brow furrowing and lips pursed, as she struggled to determine her next move. The young hunter knew that waiting around for the creature to notice her wasn't an option, but neither was sneaking off because in that moment, she didn't quite trust herself to move steady, stealthily. 

Her gaze dropped to the wolf's legs. She had noticed the limp, but eyeing the beast again, she decided that mercy may be the best thing for it. It was falling apart, she thought, tilting her head to eye its missing jaw. The hunters' story of a monster wolf spun around in her head as she drew the string and slowly raised the bow. The poor creature should die, said her pity. Cassandra's breath was low and long, and she was conscious not to hold it as she pulling the bow tight. It'd be quite the feat for her--killing the strange and possessed wolf of the forest, said her pride. Taking aim, the woman's shoulders seemed suddenly broad and one could see the strength in her arms where the tunic sleeves lied across it. A monster like that shouldn't exist, said her fear. 

As cold sweat beaded over her brow, Cassandra let the arrow fly, her eyes watching the back of the wolf's--but not--head.[/indent][/justify]