[Shenandoah]

She saw the flash of light, going towards it as she remembered it well. It was only five months prior she'd seen it... the moment she had gotten her bow. Approaching, she saw a teen maybe a little younger than her. A guy, it seemed, by the set of his shoulders. He was slender, though, and definitely smaller than her. Almost waif like...

She approached, her foot stepping on a bit of broken glass and it crunched underfoot, causing the beast that was attacking him to turn in surprise, ready to defend his prey. She brought up the bow and smoothly loosed her arrow right into the creature's side. It sank in, luckily missing any rib bones and causing the bear-like cat to screech a howl that became a touch gurgled at the end.

It lunged at her and she batted it aside with her bow, not looking forward to the claws that could rend her flesh open. She wasn't able to block it completely and howled in pain herself as the bow broke under the wannabe-chupecabra's weight to slash through her unprotected arms.

Dispelling the bow, she felt the weight of the quiver leave her back as she managed to roll away. Blood spattered the ground after her as she hissed in pain and annoyance. "Use that overgrown tooth pick to kill it!" she called to the unknown teen.

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Rick really wasn't looking for trouble as he finished off the insects. Instead of sticking to his usual route, he detoured South and heard the unmistakable sounds of battle. "Shit," he swore, his eye narrowing as he brought around his hammer. Before he could get to the site of the disturbance (which he really hoped was just a couple monsters going at it), his way was blocked by a couple of nasty looking wolves with odd spiky fur that resembled something a porcupine would have.

"Shit on a goddamn stick," he muttered before cracking a grin at the wolves as they advanced. Swinging the hammer with a nigh professional ease, he smacked one as the other lunged forward, eliciting a shrieking yelp as he nimbly ducked the flying quilled fur form. "There, bitch!"

The other wolf landed too close for comfort and sank its teeth into the tail of his jacket, narrowly missing something major, like his flesh.

"Get the hell off, ass wipe!" he snarled as he brought his elbow down on the wolf's nose. This was a breed he hadn't seen before and he wasn't liking it. The wolf let go with a pained sound and he was able to get away from what could have probably been a very painful bite to his groin area if he hadn't have moved. Good thing he did, because the wolf barreled into his buddy and he hit it's side, smashing a few ribs in the process.

The wolves were out of commission at that moment, but Rick wasn't taking chances. He smashed both their skulls with a heavy blow and ran like hell. He did not want to find out if those quills were sharp or if those two had buddies.