The sound echoing through the forest made Nina go still on her path, every ounce of her courage and curiosity she had before about finding this beast disappearing from the way of something she hasn’t really felt before - fear for her life. Still, after a moment of taking deep breaths and calming herself down, she shot down the path to the direction where the yowl came from. After her years of studying, she felt that she could recognise the difference between the sounds of anger and pain, and this one was definitely the latter one.<br/><br/>Still, pain usually led to anger, but Nina didn’t want to think too deeply into that.<br/><br/>It took her a moment to finally see something moving between the trees, no longer screaming or squirming but what it seemed to Nina, trying to decide on what to do now. The bear trap had a tight hold on the animal’s hind leg, and her first instinct was to go help. But this wasn’t human, nor was it an average wolf. Within seconds she went through a battle within herself, of the scientist side that said that there was no proof that the werewolves had any positive or kind feelings towards humans even if they had once been humans themselves, and the woman inside, the one voice that wanted to help this creature in pain. She couldn’t just leave it here and she -definitely- wasn’t going to kill it. Instead, Nina took some slow steps closer, trying to be quiet even if it was clear that the beast had already heard her.<br/><br/>“Hey there, I won’t hurt you,” Nina spoke calmly, even though her heart was racing and her hands shaking. No doubt she looked like a mess too, with her face pale and the look on her face being one of determination but also pure fear.<br/><br/>“I see you got yourself stuck, now if you don’t want to stay here and die of shock or something else killing you, or gnaw your leg off, we’re going to have to help out each other, okay?” In calm movement, she pulled an old rifle from her back and lifted it, with her other hand in the air too.<br/><br/>“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to shoot you, just… need something to pry that open with,” the last part came as a mutter as Nina’s brain had started to develop a plan. Piece of wood would just break, but perhaps the gun would be hard enough that she could stick it between the jaws and pry it open.<br/><br/>That said, she’d have to get close enough, and -that- might get -her- killed.<br/><br/>“You… you’re going to have to trust me, okay?” Nina looked into the wolf’s eyes, frowning slightly and hoping she’s not just going to get them both killed now.