James
The woods always happened to be Vanessa's favourite place to be. The sound of the wind and light snow blowing through the branches caused the leaves to rustle. She was careful with each step she took, having the knowledge that there was some game nearby. She had been tracking them for the past half hour, finding it was quite easy from the prints they left in their path. Their tracks had started to become more visible, meaning she was close. She did this type of thing for fun, how else was she to cure her boredom when she wasn't hunting down people? It was all she grew up knowing. 

Catching a golden blur in the corner of her eye, Vanessa furrowed her brow confused as it had been in the opposite direction. It was also too large and a completely different colour to what she had been tracking. Perhaps if she left it alone, it would do the same for her. She decided to leave it be and focused back on the task at hand. She wasn't idiotic enough to not be completely unaware of her surroundings and made sure to keep her ears listening for anything that could be trying to sneak up on her. Reaching over her shoulder, Vanessa unhooked her Bow from her quiver and also slid out an arrow, readying herself for when she found the herd. 

Unfortunately further she travelled, the more the uneasy feeling grew in her stomach causing her to eventually stop. Vanessa knew when it was time to listen to her stomach and held onto the grip of her bow tightly before she raised it with the arrow and pulled tightly back along with the string. She could feel her heart begin to race as soon as she heard a feline snarl to her right. She aimed the arrow towards the source of the noise and her eyes widened in surprise. There was a larger than average big cat staring towards her. What scared her the most was the intelligent look it had in its eyes unlike other wild beasts. "What the actual fuck."
Mary
Ifan had been riding for awhile, Godfrey the hawk circling above. The man had stayed characteristically silent as his horse plodded through the snow. It wasn't until Godfrey cried out that Ifan pulled back on his reigns and laid them over a tree branch after sliding off of the saddle. The hunter pulled on the wolf's head cowl he had crafted from his first kill, it was tradition to wear it on hunts. Ifan crouched forward, following Godfrey's directions with his bow in hand. After several moments of stalking he found a scene he hadn't expected. 

A shifter in feline form was staring down a woman, a hunter by the looks of her. Ifan watched the exchange for only several seconds before deciding on what to do. He doubted the woman was a shifter hunter, and if she was, he doubted that she was better than him. Ifan quickly knocked an arrow and fired at the beast. The arrow's intention was primarily to distract the beast, though maiming it would be nice as well. "Wairua!" He shouted in, his cry echoing in the still forest.
James
The large feline began to move towards her, its pace slow, taunting her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Vanessa went to pull her fingers away from the string but noticed an arrow suddenly lodge itself into the beast's shoulder. Her head snapped towards the direction it had come from and could only see the outline of his body. The big cat walked towards one of the closest trees and ran it's body along the base of the tree, snapping the arrow in the process. Fortunately, it wasn't able to pull the tip and half the shaft that had been lodged in its shoulder out. 

Vanessa could only look on in shock as she watched this happen, the large animal was acting as if it had been nothing but a nuisance. That's when the realisation hit her. It was a fucking shifter. Out of all the bad luck she had been having, this would have to have been the worst. She had only heard stories but knew what they were capable of. 

Vanessa was about to release her arrow but decided against angering it more, she knew their healing capabilities and the fact that only silver could really harm them. As she was about to run, the large feline gave her one last look, a promise it was coming back for her before it ran off towards the male.
Mary
Ifan had time to lose another arrow at the beast, cursing as it only grazed the cat's ear. He tossed his bow into the snow and drew his silversteel sword and dagger. Ifan knew the beast would use its speed and weight to pounce upon him, something that he doubted even he could dodge. He moved to stand behind a tree, peaking out around it.

"I am here you stinking piece of shit! You are a runt and a pup, your pelt will make a nice shawl!" Ifan was shouting at beast for a reason. He wanted to goad it into being angry, to just rush at him. Another was the hate he possessed for their kind. While the shifter did not appear to be one of the Far Gone, he still hated it. Just not as much.
James
The large beast raced towards the tree he had been hiding behind. Hearing the man's words, the feline sneered and suddenly switched the path it had planned on taking. It weaved through the trees, making sure to use the thicker ones along with the leaves that hung off the branches as an attempt to keep her body hidden. Vanessa could only watch in horror as she could no longer see the beast personally, it made everything a lot more dangerous when the attacker's location was unknown, to her that was.

The feline continued to run through the forest, almost like she was circling him. Reaching the other side of where it had been originally standing, the large beast sprinted towards the male with its teeth bared. Aiming for the obvious target for a shifter, the neck.
Mary
Ifan had been listening since the beast had hidden itself. He was crouched low himself with both blades in hand as he waited for the shifter's attack. Ifan quieted his breathing as he strained to hear the beast. Since it had disappeared, it had decided to not charge him. Ifan swore once more under his breath. He put the tree to his back and scanned the area in front of him. 

"Let's just finish this, runt!" Ifan shouted into the woods. His plan, as simple as it was, was to side step and slash. It would turn into a nasty fight, and Ifan planned on fighting on his toes.
James
The large shifter's body was no longer hidden as the branches broke apart revealing the angered shifter as it ran towards the male human. It's eyes locked on him, eyeing him with a bloodlust glare. Using her hind legs, it threw itself into a lunge and and snapped it fangs towards him. 

Vanessa was scared for the man's life and knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if she ran. She wouldn't have have known the outcome and whether the man survived or not. Guilt would overcome her as he was the one who saved her from the beast, for now.
Mary
As the beast flew at Ifan he spun to his right, slashing at the shifter's flank. He felt glad as his silversteel blade connected, though he was dismayed as it's paw caught his shoulder. The blunt force hurt but he was lucky enough to only have received a scratch from its claw. 

Ifan didn't let up, however, and turned back towards the shifter to bring his sword down in an overhead attack, aiming at its neck. He shouted angrily, almost sounding as feral as his foe,
James
The beast screamed in pain as it felt the silver cut cleanly through its flesh. The shifter lost strength in its limbs and landed head first into the large trunk. Due to the agony of where it had been wounded and the current dazed state it was in, the shifter didn't have time to recover as the sword sliced cleanly through it's neck.

Vanessa had been running towards them in time to see the head roll from the twitching body. Her pace slowed to a walk as she neared him, her eyes shifting between the corpse and the injured man. "I can't believe you killed it." It was all she could say.
Mary
Ifan panted as the beast's blood oozed out of its wounds, red blood melting the white snow. His adrenaline slowly faded as he gently kicked the shifter's head with his boot. As the hunter from earlier approached him he did nothing but look at her, blood still dripping off of his blade.

"Well its not moving, so I believe it," Was his blunt reply. Ifan took a small rag out of his kit and began to dry the blade. He would later skin his prey and didn't wish to soul the pelt more than he already had. "You would've been dead if you hadn't been so lucky." Ifan was dressed in his hunting clothes, which consisted of mostly brown animal furs. He wouldn't have looked too different than those he hunted.