During her panic, searching and the eventual release of the pup, she hadn't noticed what had happened to the man who was helping her. But what she did know was that there was a large dire wolf, growling at her. She recoiled when she saw the wolf, but calmed significantly when the wolf had relaxed. She followed the wolves out the door, stopping just outside the house. She smiled at the man next to her, nodding, indicating that she was fine. She was glad that the family was back together. 

As the fog cleared, and the sun rose, she watched as the wolves slowly retreated. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard something creak and snap. Like the strum of a string. She didn't know what it was until a moment later. The large wolves had fallen over, their blood soaking the grass on which they laid. Her mind had tunnel visioned, she didn't even notice the arrow that had slammed near her, or rather, she didn't care. She bolted toward the dead wolves, hoping that the pup was okay. [color=00aeef][i]What will you do when you get there?[/i][/color] She thought to herself. She didn't know the answer, but she figured that the answer would come to her when she got there, assuming she wasn't shot down. She ran, her feet unhindered by the slightly uneven ground.

She reached the wolves before the soldier did, only because the soldier was moving slowly. Maybe even cautiously. She heard whimpering from behind one of the bodies. There she saw the pup, it's fur matted in thick blood. She gently picked it up, embracing it in a very comforting way. Her clothes soaking the blood that was on the pup and around her. It seems that a proper answer hadn't come to her, but she felt that her instinctive actions were good enough.