Placing the projectile back into her quiver, Lyra poked the boar with her foot.  There was no response and she gave it a small nod, "Thank you for the fight."  With a solemn pivot, she started back into the wood.  She was never sure why she did that, but something in her always pushed her to be grateful for each moment that passed where she continued to breathe.  This monster was an abomination of nature, but she knew not whether it had chosen that life.  Did it deserve no respect simply because of its birthright?

Birds scattered from the trees nearby in a flurry of flapping wings and screeches.  Lyra gripped her bow tightly and turned at the sound of snarling and crashing in the trees before dashing off after it.  The trees blocked out the sun, dimming the path as she vaulted fallen trees and brush.  Breaking through the treeline into a small clearing, she slammed her heels into the ground and brought her momentum to a complete stop.  A male with dark hair was just pulling his blade from the neck of a Beowulf.  Thank god he'd won, and now she had a partner!  She moved to introduce herself before hearing another growl and turning her head to the second wolf, who had sensed her presence before she made it apparent.  It seemed to be investigating her more than preparing for attack, if only for a moment.

"O-oh, uh...  Heh, hi," She said with a small wave.  It growled from deep in its throat and then let out a loud roar, leaning back on its hind legs.  Lyra instinctively pulled back an arrow of blue and let it fly.  An explosion of flakes and icy air exploded as it struck the Beowolf's hip just before it could pounce.  With the joint immobilized, it lost it's balance in the jump and accidentally threw itself down onto the ground and side.

The Faunus broke her bow and it formed into claws around her hands again before she lifted them to a ready position.  "Two on one sounds like better odds to me, don't you think?"  She asked with a smirk, "They certainly thought so."  The girl stepped back and decided to let the boy have his own moment, standing by just in case he wasn't as strong as he seemed before.

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Owyn gripped his sword tightly as the girl held up her own.  He waited for her to move, a bit relieved that he wouldn't need to kill her when she lowered her blade.  It was just a misunderstanding.  With a shake of his head, he stuck his tongue in his cheek for a moment, "Nuh-uh.  Thank god.  It's better	if you don't go looking for people.  One teammate is enough to keep you out of the shit, the others will just kind of... come, eventually.  Trust me, rushing it is a good way to make sure you get crappy partners...  I've seen some pretty sad characters around here."

"I suppose we should try to make our way to the temple and collect a relic, yeah?  Means we can get our full team and finally settle into a dorm room to get some sleep..."  He mused, nodding his head, "Let's get a move on, then."