Not long after her first encounter, Mirrel found another lone wolf, patrolling around the vicinity.
It stopped momentarily, sniffing the surrounding area. Smelling the blood of its brethren, it immediately turned its gaze to her, snarled menacingly, and lunged.
The wolf's intimidating poise stunned Mirrel momentarily, and the wolf's lunge caught her off-guard. She barely had time to react, putting her sword between her body and the wolf's jaws.
While she did manage to prevent the wolf's fangs from connecting with her body, its momentum is great and unhindered, knocking her to the ground.
The wolf pressed the attack, attempting to tear and rip through its foe using claws and teeth. Mirrel struggled, trying to both avoid the wolf's dangerous bites and to get it off her. Taking several painful scratches to her arms, she pushed the wolf away with one forceful shove.
Enduring the pain, she took her blade and scrambled back to her feet, just in time to meet another lunge attempt by the wolf with a sweeping, sideways strike, knocking the wolf to its side.
Not letting the chance go to waste, Mirrel followed up with a quick strike to the wolf's unguarded body. She lifted her blade for a second follow-up strike, but the wolf, who had recovered, jumped out of the way... Except that this was her goal all along, who successfully struck the wolf with her delayed strike.
The wolf, now critically damaged, rushed forward in a last-ditch reckless attempt to attack its opponent. Mirrel didn't expect this suicidal assault, and narrowly dodged to the side, the wolf's claws grazing her abdomen lightly, but painfully. The fencer attacked again, and finished the match with a sickening crack.
+40 EXP
+40 Gold
+1 Soft Fur Pelt
However, her joy was short-lived; another wolf came from the bushes behind her, this one larger and more menacing than the previous two.
A Dire Wolf, she thought.
Not given the chance to relax, the direwolf attacked, sinking its teeth deep into Mirrel's unguarded right thigh. The cat-girl had no choice but to scream, the pain nearly overwhelming her consciousness.
Quickly, she jammed her blade between the direwolf's jaws, prying it from her body, while trying to ignore the searing pain such an act created.
This isn't good. I'm close to my limits, and I can't safely heal myself in the heat of combat.
As Mirrel struggled with her faltering body, the direwolf had already recovered, and leapt high, attempting to lodge its opponent's head between its jaws, presumably quite literally ripping her head off.
Mirrel dropped down to the ground, clear of the direwolf's line of attack, and thrust her sword out as it sailed over her head, damaging and causing enough pain to disorient it for one second.
One second was enough - in that moment, the cat-girl quickly reached inside her satchel, produced a potion of healing, and drank its contents in a single gulp.
As the reddish liquid entered her system, her wounds and pain began to disappear, and she felt much, much better.
She didn't have time to rejoice; her opponent has already recovered, and poised to attack.
The direwolf rushed forward, but the fencer cleanly stepped to the side. As the direwolf made an u-turn to catch its opponent, Mirrel stepped forward, and drove her back leg into its side as hard as she can, knocking the direwolf down on its side. As the direwolf hastily scrambled to its feet, Mirrel lashed forward, striking its exposed belly with not one, but two quick slashes to the same area, producing a bone-cracking sound with each strike.
Mirrel stepped back as the direwolf managed to recover, bracing herself for an incoming attack.
However, the direwolf did not attack; rather, it let out a loud, piercing howl, forcing Mirrel to cover her ears.
In that moment, the direwolf lunged forward, aiming toward the cat-girl's neck. It nearly reached its target; however, Mirrel's reflexes won out, and the direwolf took a lightning-fast swing to its own neck, presumably snapping its spinal cord. The direwolf moved no more.
+42 EXP
+42 Gold
+1 Soft Fur Pelt
Phew, Mirrel sighed in relief, her battle and quest over...
Or so she thought. She heard a rustle in the bushes. And another. And another. And another.
Unknowingly, she had been surrounded by wolves; the last howl must have attracted them.
One, two, four, six... Eight wolves.
She heard one of them howl, and her body began to shiver from head to toe.
Impending doom clearly in front of her, a feeling of dread began to take hold in Mirrel's body and mind. It was a fear - a primal fear - a fear of death. Her ears shifted backwards, and her tail began to curl between her legs. She almost gave in to panic. Almost.
Her eyes flitted across the area, scanning for something - anything - she could use to get out of this mess. She saw wolves in front, behind, and on her left flank... But she didn't see any foes on her right.
An opening, she thought.
Now I just have to wait for a chance to escape.
Seconds passed.
A minute passed.
The wolves attacked.
As soon as the wolves broke cover, Mirrel turned tail, making a mad dash toward her right. The wolves gave chase, keeping up with her speed.
Eventually, though, as she exited the forest of beginnings, the wolves gave up, and walked back toward the forest where they came.
Mirrel fell to her knees, panting and breathing rapidly. She had escaped death... For now.
Exhausted, she decided to take a rest nearby the lakeside, laying on her back.
Her eyes met the clouds, beautiful white images decorating the majestic blue sky.
...It feels so real.