The small cries of a younger child turned her head to her, her finger pressing to her lips to try and silence her. There was a rapid shaking of her hand, but accompanying it was the sobs of the dead woman that was outside the barn, seeming to be the child's parent. The smaller slender figure that remained huddled within the hay stack turned her attention. Her hues of moonlight silver starred to the opening door of the barn, watching the mass figure of what could only be assumed as a wolf enter within. The darkness hinder much of her sight but it was clear to the outline shape of the figure, to what it was.<br/><br/>By no means was the woman of super powers, or for that matter total control and strength, but she knew when to keep her mouth shut, and to tone down her reactions to a situation. Her raven black hair had fallen from the thong binding it had been placed in, sweeping down her right should to curtain a portion of her face. From her crouched position within the hay her hands and feet were planted to the ground, under the palms of her hands were a pair of sharp bladed half swords. One would think dagger, but there size was a bit larger then a dagger, yet not long enough to be a sword. Her hand gripped over the hilts, holding them and her in place within the hay stack for now.<br/><br/>As the beast drew closer the woman fish netted the surrounding area in which they were in. Weaving a mass web of energy out into the surrounding, it felt like talons scratching the most inner portions of the brain, squeezing just a bit. Once she was certain she had the complete and full attention of the beast she would spring. Her form coming from the near bottom of the hay stack, weapons pointed outward like a two prong fork in the direction of the beast. She would try to stake the beast, though with the slightest movements of her right hand, the blade shifting coming long ways over the top of the left sword that was still aimed like a pointer for the body of the beast. Her right blade would try to reach the front of the beasts throat, and if there was ever a existence of karma, it would be nice to know that it breathed and lived on her side this night.