( Alchemy)<br/><br/>Ylva was now certain that Kathar had not intended to hit her, at least not with the first shot. He and those in his hunting party were driving her, guiding her with their shots into a particular direction. There were several subsequent shots where she did think his intent was to wound, partially because of the sadistic glint she saw in his eye when she glanced back in his direction. They had driven her to the cliff, and though there was a deep pool below, Ylva could not be certain she would survive the fall. She did notice their numbers had dwindled, though she was confused by the presence of...other wolves.<br/><br/>She had mistakenly wandered into another clan or pack’s territory and now they were defending it, and by extension, her. Ylva continued to take careful steps backward, because Kathar was not among those that had been taken down. When she breathed in and concentrated, she caught the scents of her would-be saviours. Most just smelled of fur and the forest, but there was one that was set apart from them. He smelled like pine and the earth after a day of rainfall. Clean and welcoming. Her eyes followed where her nose tracked the scent and that was when she saw him. In the trees, readying his own bow.<br/><br/>A glance downward showed Kathar preparing the same action, his arrow directed at her. Ylva watched for him to let it go, but he did not get the chance. At least, not in the direction he had intended. Kathar let out a shout, Ylva had not even seen the stranger’s arrow until it was sticking out of Kathar’s hand, pinning his flesh to the bow. He had let the arrow loose that he had nocked, and it whizzed past her, missing Ylva by several feet.<br/><br/>Kathar cursed and set about pulling the arrow free of his hand. It was then he noticed that his companions no longer stood in the numbers they once had. He snarled and let out a mighty growl, his eyes burning a bright, amber glare as he looked back at Ylva.<br/><br/>“Run as long as you want, Ylva. I’ll have you yet, you little bitch!” Kathar shouted, gritting his teeth through the last word. He then turned and attempted to flee with the two warriors he had in tow. It was not until that he was nearly out of sight that Ylva actually moved from the spot where she stood on the cliffside. The grass was soft under her feet, it did not yet realize that summer had turned to autumn, but she knew it would soon, after many more touches of frost froze the morning ground.<br/><br/>“I...I thank you for your aid.” She shouted at the others she could see, but her gaze finally lifted to the man who had ensured she was not harmed. Her darkened curls jostled as she turned to face him, it was best not to seem the weakened damsel before them, that much she knew. Wolves did not respect that sort of thing, her pack had not. Beauty was still appreciated, but it was thought to be worthless unless the person that possessed it also had some practical skills and abilities. Ylva prided herself on being at least competent, in most situations.<br/><br/>“I could not have evaded him without your assistance. I am Ylva, the last daughter of the Evergreen pack, in the territory of the isles, just North of here. I would know your names, so I might know who I am indebted to, for such a kindness.” She spoke with a strong but still feminine voice.<br/><br/>There was a good chance they knew of the destruction of the Evergreen pack. Open territories did not stay open for long, just as they did not among other animals. She bowed her head to show deference to their presence here and their clan. Despite her polite words, Ylva knew she was an intruder here, and they truly had the choice to do whatever they wished with her, just as they had her assailants.