Dracul looked down at the corpses below. The corpses of the two werewolves she had killed. If there were two then there were probably more. Probably a pack. Dracul looked at the footprints in the snow. She followed them from above. 

After a while Dracul spotted a large cabin. Presumably the pack's home. But Dracul wasn't foolish enough to try and attack an entire pack alone. Instead she would quickly return to her home, grab more bolts and daggers and then wait for a single vounerable werewolf. 

Dracul sped back to her home and grabbed what she needed before going back. She stayed close to the cabin, but not too close. She was just outside of eyesight of it, that way if anything left the cabin Dracul would have a good chance of getting them. 

Dracul thought back to why she became a hunter. Her only friend. A great person. Who had been hacking with Dracul in the woods. And then it happened. She had been attacked by a werewolf. Dracul had been ignored by the wolf but her only friend hadn't been so lucky. After her death Dracuk decided to hunt werewolves. She was sure that not all werewolves were terrible but she couldn't help but hold a grudge against their species.