The Wolf heaved, and its eyes found the nymph in front of it as it growled in victory. Her scent invaded its nostrils, and it was in no small way that her easily identifiable perfume contributed to her survival. It bared its fangs at her, and she averted her eyes, and visibly relaxed when it made no move towards her. It was almost funny.<br/>The beast approached her. Its mate was so small, so fragile. A lazy swat would break her in half. The Wolf stared for a long moment, long enough that the silence became uncomfortable. Finally it moved forward, pushing its head into her chest and smearing blood across her shirt. A pleased chuff escaped it, and it stared for an instant longer before turning to chase an unfortunate deer that bounded within scent range.<br/>It left the corpses of the Hunt team behind, having apparently decided that the fauna of the forest tasted better than the one who had been unfortunate enough to be consumed.<br/>It wasn't the first time the Wolf had gotten to the Team, but it was the first time the Team had been completely wiped out, and the first time PM would have to send a crew out to retrieve the mangled remains. It wouldn't do to have dismembered and disemboweled corpses left in the forest. They would be brought back to HQ and cremated, and their families would be informed. Ghost would be receiving quite a lot of death threats this time around. Usually those threats came from one of the Covens or from the Wolves, whichever the Team had aimed him at when the Hunt began. This time he'd requested to be aimed away from civilization, so as not to exacerbate the issues PM was already having, and the Team got to pay the price this time.