The fiend wolf keep his run away, each leap was a shaken rudely his prey, Lady's elegant dress waved widely as a white curtain did seem she looks like a ghost hanging down a mad black shadow. A acute sound echoed the sleeping forest; clang of metals were suddenly eared; the werewolf shook angered his head struggling more the helpless maiden. But was too late, a guts past close the two figures and placed an arrow in nearby tree. Again three, four...seven: a shower of arrows fell close the werewolf; form hunter to hunted the fiendish beast managed to dodge with supernatural agility the guts of wood and metal. It was looks like the elven lady unharming wasn't a priority for the archers now.