“Magic Missile,” I mutter. I should take advantage of the creature while it’s down. The three magic blasts form from my horn, launching into the air and crashing down onto the Timberwolf. Blasting off two of the legs and it’s maw. I have to reduce as much of their ability to fight back as possible. Using one of my hooves to hold the wolf by the neck against the tree, I punch a hole in its chest. Using my horn, I tug on the magic source before yanking it out. I don't remember if I heard cries of pain, but since these creatures have evolved to regenerate, they likely don't feel pain. 