She slumped against the tree that hid her once the injured predator was out of sight, sliding down to rest on a large root. For how long she had sat there still and in silence, her mind void of any thought, she could not tell. It was as if the psychological shutdown had been an automatic response to the overwhelming and traumatic experience once she had registered that she was no longer in any immediate danger. Perhaps it had been a subconscious effort to block out the memories of that night when she had her first encounter with a werebeast, when she could only watch on helplessly as the savage monster devoured her mother.

As she slowly started to become aware of her surroundings once again, she noted that the forest around her was dead quiet. The wolf was probably long gone, and it was almost unbelievable that she had managed to survive the ordeal. She had to get used to this if she were to continue serving the town as their protector, and she knew that not many were able to. Only the best were recruited, and even then, their numbers still dwindled with every encounter. The entire event had her eager to return to town as soon as she could, causing the bounty to nearly slip her mind. With not a single sound left that could warn her of any other potential dangers lurking around, she stood, albeit a little shakily, and made her way to the site of the battle. Her view falling on the bloody carcass of the dead werebeast, she decided there would be no harm in lugging it back to town.

Back at Lightstal, she was subjected to another overwhelming encounter, this time with questions from the townspeople regarding the events that had led to the death of the great werebeast, when all she desired to do at such a point was to clean up and rest. She would have been glad to be reunited with her companions, who had been separated from her during the attack, though, they currently seemed to want nothing to do with her. Perhaps it was guilt, but she was unsure if she could blame them, for had the focus of the ferocious beast been on someone else, she did not know what she would have done if all seemed lost. With a lack of energy to immediately spend the coin she had just earned, she merely took the bag home for some much-needed shuteye.

The huntress would awake after sunset, just in time to hear the pitiful howl of a wolf that would echo through the streets and past the establishments of the little town. At the sound, she peered out her window to see her neighbors shutting and bolting theirs, as well as their doors - a standard procedure for the people of Lightstal every single night. Until they found a permanent solution, the town would continue to live in fear. She let out a sigh, silently wishing the best for the team on patrol this night before bolting the entrances to her own home.

She would still be awake in the morning, to first hear that the team that had ventured out into the forest the night before had been much more fortunate than hers, and then of the attack on the livestock of a certain farmer who resided near the outskirts of Lightstal. She kicked herself in her mind, regretting the decision she had made the night she was out in the woods. She had spared a wolf while it had been down, and the very next night, a wolf had entered the town and destroyed a farm. She considered the possibility of both wolves being one and the same, though, she could not tell at this point. She would have serious conversation with the residents of the farm that was left in ruins, and the following night would find her camping out on that very farm in hopes of catching the same beast in action and taking it out once and for all.