Taking a deep breath to slow her heartbeat, she wiped the sweat from her palm on her black leather clad thigh and offered it to the owner of the growl in the bushes. A furry muzzle emerged just enough to sniff it. The menacing growl rescinded to silence, but the air still hung heavy with tension. She gracefully shifted to all fours, her knees and palms pricked with the gravel of the pathway under the lightly covering snow. Locking eye contact with the creature, she bared her teeth. The skin on her arms began to shimmer iridescently, the tiny hairs vibrating from some outside force. Her blue eyes turned to silver as she hissed like an angry feline. The hidden animal growled with renewed rage and lunged from its hiding place, revealing an adult human sized, gray wolf with jaws open to attack, aiming for her throat. She leapt too, colliding with it in midair. Effortlessly, she grabbed it by the muzzle with both hands and slammed it down to the ground. She stretched the length of her body out, wrapping her thighs around its midsection as she twisted its head and heard the neck snap. It yelped futilely and went limp. Her features returned to normal as the blood from the animal seeped out onto the white snow. She stood and surveyed the area. Still, no one witnessed. She started to run.