Shamira flinched and let out a sharp gasp as two beasts, one black and the other grey, darted out from the leaves after her fellow hunter. She had specifically prepared for such a scenario, they all had, yet the involuntary response of her body was as if the occurrence was an unexpected one. Perhaps she had hoped too much for a situation in which they did not have to engage their enemies again. Thankfully, she managed to keep her grip on her crossbow, and along with the others, began expertly firing her ammunition at the couple of werewolves that were after the boy, ensuring not to hit the latter. Her determination to ensure that the two wolves were at least incapacitated was driven by her concern for the lad, who had cared for her the entire time.

However, such a thought was interrupted by a sudden realization - they had only seen two, were the rest still hidden? She and the others had just given their location away to any other concealed enemies by attacking the first two. Shamira urgently snapped to the other three hunters who were in hiding with her that they had to move immediately. She dashed out onto the path, adrenaline overpowering the stinging pain caused by the injuries she had sustained on her limbs. In the chaos, it was highly likely that any remaining werewolves that had spotted them were currently giving chase, and she hoped that her companions were able to keep up. They had to retreat if it meant that they could survive to protect Cragpeak another day, but what use would that be if they led the werebeasts straight back to town tonight?

They had to lose their pursuers before they reached the civilians, and that meant that they had to outsmart the beasts, slow them down, or kill them. A couple of her companions caught up to her, and she heard them drop several jaw traps onto the ground as the ran along side her in an attempt to immobilize the werewolves. The boy was way ahead, she hoped that he had made it to safety. The rest of them, however, were still hearing the footsteps of the beasts as they neared Cragpeak. How many were left behind them, they could not tell, but they could not let them enter the town even if they were to die trying. With a grave expression, Shamira nodded to the hunters on her left and right, and they nodded back in agreement. All three turned to face their remaining attackers with their weapons ready, prepared to kill or be killed.