With hope that the creature had to tire at some point, Shamira stayed put within the rocks, though flinching slightly with every impact that would make the structure tremble. She knew that at the same time, the werebeast outside was hoping that with its repetitive striking, the formation that currently protected her would give out. It was impossible to determine the outcome of the struggle at such a point, though, in the event that it did not end up in her favor, she would be prepared to cause a distraction with another crossbow bolt before running again. As she readied her weapon, however, the ramming suddenly ceased, followed by sounds of struggle that seemed to be coming from slightly further away. Dare she stand to take a look at what had happened? With a deep breath, she eventually did exactly that, peering through the crack to observe the scuffled that had started.

It was a terrifying yet magnificent sight. A second beast had picked up on the commotion and was currently battling her first attacker for its prey. The smaller creature must have been desperate for food to have taken on the bear, fighting with a ferociousness and savagery uncommon even for a werebeast. It was possible that now would be the best time to flee while they were distracted with each other, but keeping in mind that the creatures were battling it out over her, there was a chance that they would both switch their focuses to her and tear her to shreds once she emerged from the formation. Stay, or run? As she contemplated this decision, the fight was then taken further into the woods, leaving her unattended.

This was her chance! She swiftly slid through the opening of the formation and took off in the opposite direction from the beast battle. That was when the she heard the fighting stop. The surrounding forest was quiet once again, and she scrambled behind a tree some feet from the rock formation, leaning slightly out to see which creature would emerge as the victor. To her surprise, it was the smaller of the two, and she watched as it took its wolf form and limped, injured and drained of energy, towards the stones where it apparently still thought she was. She raised her loaded crossbow from where she was, initially eager to end this easy target. Taking out even one more werebeast would be beneficial to Lightstal, would it not?

Wait... what was it doing? She raised an eyebrow when the wolf took an unexpected turn to leave without even checking the opening in the stones. Had it picked up on something else? Suddenly, any intimidation she had felt by it was gone. As it dragged itself away, all she saw was a wounded animal, fighting to survive just like her and her fellow humans. Her finger shook as it rested over the trigger of her weapon. [i]Kill it, kill it now! It's just a monster![/i] What was it that was stopping her? It looked to be near death regardless, but she eventually lowered her weapon with a sigh, deciding not to put it out of its misery. She would leave it up to fate, figuring that in its condition, it was highly likely that it would be taken out by a stronger predator.

"Just this one time, buddy..." she muttered, watching the large canine disappear into the woods.