Johnnie
*The workers, catching Alexander's signal, would slowly order the horses to move backwards by pulling on their reins. They were all still worried about the amount of herbs they had harvested; sure, these were somewhat rare and uncommon, but did they gather enough? That was the question. For once in their time on the road, jittery flashes of nervousness could be seen ocassionally zipping in and out of their attitude, in the form of slight shaking, fiddling, and an air of anxiousness. The cause of this sort of 'aura'? Most likely what was lying in wait in the forest's undergrowth.*

*Speaking of forest, as Alexander stared into the greenery that was illuminated only slightly by the moon, he wouldn't be able to see any sort of other heat signatures that matched the one that was presented to him. All around the area, the only signs of heat would be the workers, their horses, and again, their torches. Well, those and that... Thing that hid for now. However, just as the workers began moving their horses to the edge of the road, the growling grew ever louder for a split second, before a large, shadowy figure launched itself towards your direction, barreling at great speed towards the horses that drew the cart.*
Donald
*As he heard the growl, immediately put his focus on the figure. As the the figure start to charge at the cart, He can see the figure a bit more clearly since it is getting closer and he can use his Night vision and Coloured Night Vision to identify that 'figure' as he does he immediately adjust his aim at its eyes and pulled the trigger, letting the crossbow shoots its bolt at the figure, hitting it at the eye. As he shot a bolt,he quickly pulled the string back up, loading a new medium quarrel bolt. There is one thing in his mind now: Protect the cart and workers.*
Johnnie
*His eyes being able to focus an image directly onto the figure, Alexander would find that he was met with a large, beastly, canine monstrosity. Large fangs were ever so prominent in it's savage face, and saliva was dripping cosntantly from the end of it's snout. It's eyes were crazed and insane, and it snapped it's mouth towards you occasionally. It was a wolf, however, it seemed to be somewhat famished and starved; grooves that indicated where the rib bones were had made their mark in it's side. Contrary to what normal wolves looked like, this one was on the smaller end, meaning that it was most likely a juvenile specimen. Though, it would be unwise to underestimate your opponent based on their appearances; beasts, when starved of their food, are terrifying creatures.*

*Your crossbow bolt wouldn't hit it's eye, rather, it would hit just below the cheek where the neck and head connected. The wolf would be jerked back because of the force of the crossbow bolt, but it would still remain standing. The bolt didn't pierce it's head, rather, it only got stuck in there, since the bolt could only pierce so much into the flesh. From where the wolf got hit with the arrow, it would start bleeding quite profusely, as it changed it's target from the cart to Alexander; however, this was not done before sending a loud, ear-piercing howl through the night, most likely a call for others in the area.*
Donald
*As the wolf howled, he immediately took the time to look around him, using his thermal vision ability (lv.1) to make sure there are no attackers coming yet. As he does, he immediately looked at the wolf and instead of just loading a new bolt from his crossbow that its string that has been strung up, he instead stretch out his left hand, as if he is aiming and focusing for the wolf's right leg. He used his Spearshot (15 mana) to summon a spear at his left hand, hitting the wolf's leg. This can go 2 ways:

If the spear miss, he would load a bolt and try to hit the wolf with his crossbow again

If it did hit the leg, it might be in so much pain that it can barely run as its normal speed, giving him and the cart the opportunity to escape.*
Johnnie
*The wolf, senses jacked up to the max at the prospect of food, would be able to take note of the spear being conjured in Alexander's left hand. It was blatantly obvious that the spear was going to fly towards the wolf as he held up in his hand, and so as Alexander began summoning the spear, the wolf had already darted up close to Alexander, attempting to pounce on him since the man had left himself wide open to attack as he cast spearshot. Staying still when combatting a fast, nimble creature was never a good idea, and so because of the wolf's sudden strike, the spearshot hand would be jolted, causing the attack to not hit the wolf's leg, instead being shot into the floor. The opening Alexander left while standing still allowed the wolf to get a single bite into his arm, though it would be rather weak; it tried to tear your arm off, but it would only cause some bits and pieces of flesh to be torn from the arm, seeing that because of it's starved state, the biting power it had would be considerably less than what it should have been.*
Donald
*As the wolf bit his left arm, he grunts from the pain. But, considering it is a minor wound he would resist and ignore the pain that is at his arm. He would let go of his crossbow from his right hand and he draw his throwing dagger from his pocket and would fiercely stab the dagger to the wolf's eye and would twist and forcefully pushing the dagger in the eye of the wolf, causing more pain and damage. He also used his listener ability to hear any approaching attackers since he is to busy with the wolf on his arm and doesn't have the time to look around.*
Johnnie
*Because the wolf was practically stuck onto his left arm, slowly biting it down as Alexander took the knife out of his pocket, the minor wound that the wolf had first caused would ascend to a moderate wound, drastically increasing in pain since the prolongued time the wolf had spent on your arm would allow it to gain a firmer grip onto your flesh. Since it was still shaking and jerking it's head, combined with the sudden change of pain that came with the force of the bite, the dagger you would use to try and stab into the wolf's eye would dig into it's brain, not the eye. Twisting the knife around violently around the flesh of the brain matter, the wolf would, for the rest of it's pitiful existence, continue to try and keep it's grip on your arm, focused entirely on securing a kill. However, after a certain point, the grip would weaken, and the jaws of the wolf would loosen and fall slack to the ground. Your arm, at this point, would be ripped and eviscerated with a single bite mark, along with the ripping and tearing of the flesh that came with it. It's safe to say that every time you moved your left arm, a great deal of pain would be let loose from it. It also seemed that the wolf's summon for help would go unnoticed; you couldn't really hear anything approaching, as far as you could tell.*