"Quickly, get to the town! We'll be s-"

An arrow tore through the man's chest, taking both his breath and his life away as two other younger men immediately ran off, the weight of their cargo slowing them down. Downtrodden men who have taken the opportunity to plunder an abandoned farmstead, who have done no real wrong beyond theft. But it was more than enough of a reason for Orchid to fire upon them without warning; who would extend their pity for a common thief? Granted it's not as if she had any intentions of returning their stolen goods; the spices and grain they took would make good money in town, and maybe a better meal than foraging for mushrooms and roots in the forest.

The two young men tried their best to avoid open spaces and ran between trees. Against a common archer their methods would be wise as a constantly moving target was more difficult to hit when they were running such random patterns. But Orchid was no common archer, and their efforts to be evasive just meant they were slowing themselves down and tiring themselves out. Drawing back her next arrow she waited a moment as her beast lurched forward through the woods. When she released it the arrow would tear off the arm of one of the young men. It left him crying in pain and agony, bleeding on the forest floor. In that moment his companion turned down and looked at him in horror. This was his mistake as Orchid and her beast caught up to them. Her vargr went to finish off the now dying looter while Orchid pounced onto the horror striken human and pressed her thumbs against his eyes, his hands too full of the bags of grain to protect himself. He shouted for mercy from gods and anyone who'll listen as Orchid took a moment to crush his skull; she normally could do so fairly easily but she's been without a proper meal for a while, so she was weaker than usual. She had to settle with snapping his neck instead.

The vargr feasted upon the corpses as Orchid gathered up the bags. Two sacks of barely, one sack of salt, another with cumin. They had small iron knives and a few coppers in their coin purses, but aside from that they didn't have any notable treasures or loot. It would make sense, they're mere peasants after all. Not even worth making trophies out of. Sighing Orchid piled the sacks onto her beast and rode towards town after he finished eating. With any luck perhaps someone at the tavern could make a soup out of this stuff. She hoped they had some meat; the only meat she ate was a couple of fishes she found at a farmstead, and she didn't eat all of it since it might've been spoiled. It certainly gave her vargr a bad case of gas.