Trish looks down at the wolf, wondering how he heard her from all the way over there. A smirk forms on her face as she thinks about what he'd said.<br/>"Ok, I'll drop my arrow..." She says and takes the arrow in hand, point down.<br/>"Though I'd taste a lie if I said she was my target..." Trish drops the arrow, it hits the ground near the werewolf, letting off a fine purple mist before turning to dust..."<br/><br/>"Catchya later, puppy dog." Trish says and leaps from tree-to-tree, but keeps close; just in case...