The wolf-woman perches on a high branch, observing the scene below. Her gaze remains steady, her ears twitching at every sound. ???? (internal thoughts): He doesn't run... He fights. No panic... just raw determination. Interesting. Below, the last wolf growls, its muzzle bloodied. Its fangs gleam under the light filtering through the snow-covered branches. Veil is out of breath, his shoulders rising and falling erratically. His right leg bleeds profusely, a deep gash leaving a vivid red trail on the white snow. Pain surges through him with every step. Veil (panting): "Hah... hah... it's... not over yet..." The wolf lunges, its fierce eyes locked on him. Veil shifts to the side, grabs a broken trunk at his feet, and with a desperate cry, swings it down with all his might as the wolf leaps. CRACK! A dull snap echoes. The wolf collapses to the ground, lifeless. The force of the impact sends vibrations through the branch where the observer watches. Snowflakes fall gently around them, carried by a light breeze. Veil (panting): "Hah... hah... it's... done..." He drops to his knees, his hands pressed against the snow. The cold bites at his palms, but all he feels is exhaustion. His breath is ragged, his shoulders trembling. A fleeting smile crosses his face. Veil (internal thoughts): I survived... I'm alive... He lowers his head, staring at the snow stained red beneath him. His gaze shifts to the icy wolves' bodies scattered around. Their bluish fur glimmers faintly before dimming entirely. Faint blue lights rise from their bodies, floating for a moment before converging on the ground. Objects materialize: a rudimentary dagger, some dried meat, and makeshift bandages rest amidst patches of melted snow and blood. Veil (looking at the objects): "What... is this?" He stares at the items, his eyes narrowed with fatigue. He hesitates to reach out. Above him, the wolf-woman continues to observe. Her sharp gaze never leaves Veil, studying his every move with silent focus. Her tail sways slowly from side to side, exuding a feline patience. Her breathing is light, measured. ???? (internal thoughts): Stay on your feet, stranger. Show me what you're made of. She narrows her eyes before vanishing into the shadows of the branches, leaving behind only a faint rustle. The snowflakes continue to fall, undisturbed.