It was quick. She could tell by its voice that it was at the edge of the clearing. And what a pleasing voice he had… deep and warm. It should be whispering sweet nothings to a woman in his bed not out here stalking her in the dark. So the huntress guessed he was in human form or half changed. It was only legend for a wolf to speak.<br/><br/>As she turned her head towards the direction he spoke she cursed in her mind. The glasses allowed her to see better in the dark, but she had no perferial vision with them. So with one gun pointed in his general direction she ripped off the expensive eye where and threw it towards the woods. “Murder, desecration of a corpse, consumption. If that isn’t a long enough list multiply it by at least 5 people.” Her voice, unlike his was cold and held no emotion. Her other gun was now back in the air, but not pointed in the same direction as the other. He could tell that she wasn’t trying to look for where he was; she was waiting to see him move.<br/><br/>Then a moment of advantage for him… the moon escaped from some clouds and shone her light down on the woman, giving him a perfect view of the beauty he was matched against. Her red hair shone like flame… it was not the first redheaded huntress that he had fought before…<br/><br/>Her heart contracted hard once, then twice before she had it back under control. Even though it was just moonlight, it might as well had been the sun. Her ability to see the contrast in shadows was momentarily gone and his eyes would adjust far faster than hers.<br/>