The sound of shifting back out in the clearing snapped Shamira out of her thoughts. She peered around the tree she was slumped against to take a glance at its source, only to let out a short gasp after discovering that the creature she thought she had ended was still alive, albeit rather disoriented. She swiftly took hold of her crossbow as the wolf approached her with a demeanor as savage as the one it possessed when it had first attacked her. However, a searing pain shot through her arm as she did so and she dropped the weapon almost immediately, causing it to hit the ground with a thud. Looking at the wound she had sustained on her forearm from the wolf's jaws earlier on, she cursed under her breath at the pain it was currently causing her.

Before she could decide what to do with the still-advancing werewolf, a blur of reddish-brown fur suddenly dashed out into the clearing and attacked the first wolf, and rather ferociously at that. Clutching her injured arm, the huntress only stared in astonishment and confusion at the scene that was playing out in front of her. Why would a werewolf attack one of its own? She then flinched at the audible snap, signalling that the first one was dead for sure. This red wolf... what was its intention? Perhaps it was desperate for its own meal? No, it did not even try to approach her, at least not yet. All it did after was to stay still, gazing at the body of the wolf it had just killed.

Curious as to what it would do next, but at the same time wanting to be cautious, she lifted her crossbow from the ground, slowly this time, and loaded it. With her arm still in pain, she attempted to keep her aim on the red wolf, in case it would suddenly try to attack her. As she watched, she then heard the click of another weapon, and turned to see one of her companions hiding at the edge of the clearing some distance away, preparing to take a shot at the werewolf. It was the boy who had spoken to her back in Cragpeak, and she hissed to get his attention before holding a hand up, signalling to him not to shoot. He shot her a look of confusion, but complied with a nod.