The pack of wolves tore through those they got their claws into. Yet, the attack was not as successful as it could have been. They may have gotten the drop on the elves but their speed and agility was able to turn the tides. Wolves began to fall as silver tipped arrows began to make their marks and begin to chisel at the numbers. Rhonen had to back off a moment to evaluate what was going on and it was not looking good. He circled about and was able to take down another archer to help his pack continue the assault and tear into the elves. He licked at his lips from the coppery taste of blood that had splattered his muzzle. He looked around for a new target and saw an arrow embed into the ground from above. He shifted to get out of the way when a second arrow hit him in his leg. He whimpered a bit in pain as he felt the  arrow slice through. He used his heavy hands to push on the shaft and push the arrow all the way through to get the silver out of his body and to pull the arrow out of him. He howled angrily and took to the trees.<br/><br/>His eyes scanned the foliage for the signs of the elf hidden in the leaves and soon saw an elven woman shooting the arrows. he growled and would snap his jaws with a bark at her as he grabbed the limb he was on to launch himself at her. His grip had slipped causing him to fall below her a few feet on the tree. His claws crunched into the bark as he snarled at her and began to get his hold on the tree to begin to climb at her. His element of surprise had been lost in that moment but he was determined to take her out as the others began to fall below one by one.