[ When the stranger steps in front of Carpenter, she steps to the side, then flicks her lighter back on. She wants to see, albeit in this weak light, what he's capable of.
What she learns is that he's a good shot. But she also knows he has an ego the size of a small city, so Carpenter doesn't nod, or murmur, or do anything else that might indicate that she's impressed. Instead, once he lowers his bow, she limps forward, places a foot on the wolf's bowed neck, and yanks, twisting its head until the neck snaps. Blood sprays across her jacket, and she does not bother to wipe it off.
Given the black ooze, it's probably the angel of the god of this woods, so Carpenter doesn't trust that an arrow will finish it off. A broken spine gives them a pretty decent shot, though, so once she's satisfied with her work, Carpenter pulls the arrow out of the beast's head and offers it to the stranger, one eyebrow raised expectantly. ]
cw animal death, gore
What she learns is that he's a good shot. But she also knows he has an ego the size of a small city, so Carpenter doesn't nod, or murmur, or do anything else that might indicate that she's impressed. Instead, once he lowers his bow, she limps forward, places a foot on the wolf's bowed neck, and yanks, twisting its head until the neck snaps. Blood sprays across her jacket, and she does not bother to wipe it off.
Given the black ooze, it's probably the angel of the god of this woods, so Carpenter doesn't trust that an arrow will finish it off. A broken spine gives them a pretty decent shot, though, so once she's satisfied with her work, Carpenter pulls the arrow out of the beast's head and offers it to the stranger, one eyebrow raised expectantly. ]
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