Emma's breathing was becoming hitched and short of air as she sprinted through the dense forest.  Here in this tangle of tall trees was her target, and he was close.   She had managed to barely cut under the thick layer of fur on its front leg.  It wasn't a fatal wound, but it was enough to start a flow of blood that was helping the huntress follow the werewolf.   Unfortunately, the cut wouldn't be deep enough to slow it down by much, and werewolves were cunning and fast creatures.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be too hard to catch up as long as the wolf was getting slowed down by obstacles set by nature.  At the speed she was going, this mission would be quick and out of anyone's line of vision.  She tended to get a little messy when she killed her prey.  It was strange and a bit disturbing that she stopped hesitating when she killed.<br/><br/>Emma's red hood flowed behind her in short drafts, being flown violently behind her as she sped through the forest as fast as humanly possible.<br/>Eventually though, the trail had stopped.  This provoked Emma to finally take out her halberd and prepare to fight the beast face to face.  Of the trail stopped here then the wolf was either close, or healing at an unnatural rate.