The attack surprised Bronwen. She had never seen a group of elves move so quickly in her life. She was shoved back against a tree and the fray began. She could see the splashes of blood, and the arrows starting to fly. The young elf took that moment to climb up a tree to get a better view down below, not to mention, perhaps she could get the chance that she had been hoping for. She wanted to take one of these creatures down, to keep one and bring it home to be tested upon. She needed to get this right, she felt the pressure and the danger mounting deep within her mind as she drew her bow from the higher stand point. Sure, two of the elves were dead, and perhaps one of the creatures as well. she wasn't sure, but she knew she could do this. She shot down, missing the first wolf by quite a ways. So, she tried again, aiming and shooting at another, and another.<br/><br/>While she tried to save her companions she couldn't help but think of her life before this moment. The anger of her family that she wasn't a scout like these people. It was almost as if she had stomped on him, crushed his dreams by choosing something for the mind. She took a long breath and finally shot towards one of the creatures. She couldn't tell if she actually hit it, but she was going to try again. Even as she watched a few of the other creatures ripping the arms off of one of her companions. It was a mess, she was almost sure that she was going to be killed, after all, what were the chances?