She had a moment of panic as she was surrounded.  The princess was transfixed by the large lusty lupines and cringed a bit.  She began walking back towards the more militant of her companions.  She then cried out as the wolves steadily closed in on her.  She possibly surprised everyone when she reached into her skirts and drew out a Harlot's Gun.  The loud concussion of the compact gun firing the high caliber shot was deafening for an instant, bursting with the kind of sound one would feel as well as hear, and seemed to linger in the air a moment or two.  As the wolves froze stunned, she beat a retreat backward, already aiming for a second shot.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>