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[hr][b][color=#00bf60]Location:[/color][/b] Sierra Trailhead
[b][color=#00bf60]Skills:[/color][/b] Scythe Attack and Pup Attack[/center]
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Stella had thought she had been ready for an attack, watching the werewolves move in around them. However, it seemed that she hadn't been ready for one to come from behind her, as it snuck in behind her and lifted her up from behind. [color=#00bf60]"Put me down!"[/color] She cried out as the wolf turned to carry her off to the castle ahead of them. She swung wildly at that point, her first blow missing as she was more panic flailing at that point. She didn't want to be carried off and away, or worse. Could these things change her? Werewolves were real too, so what was to stop her from becoming one as well?

Arbor seemed to realize what was going on and chased after the wolf, snapping at the werewolf at that point. Stella could hear her pet and decided to swing again. This time the scythe hit, managing to land a pretty bad blow. The werewolf cried out in pain, dropping Stella, and dropping a bit, and presenting its neck to Arbor. The plant wolf took the chance, and dashed in and landed a strong bite on the werewolf's neck. With a painful yelp and cry, the werewolf vanished in a shower of gold dust, like any slayed monster. [color=#00bf60]"Good boy."[/color] Stella reached over to brush some of the dust off of him before she dashed to join back with the others to help them.