Despite her mind being jumbled and still not being able to grasp her situation well; instincts were something that never left. The want to survive, to do what was necessary to stay alive; that didn’t go away easily. Sometimes it was easy to think she could do nothing and just die, knowing how much easier that would be for everyone. Yet still her limbs moved, carried her forward to find food and avoid danger...for the most part.
She pulls an arrow taunt and lets it fly, the tip piercing a wolf directly between the eyes. She’d heard wolves came out at dusk in this sector and wolf meat sounded better than chewing on squirrels, despite the evident dangers it presented. The yelp it emits causes the rest of it’s friends to flee, dissipating into the shadows and it’s only when they leave does she realise she did more than find herself a meal. A man she hadn’t seen previously gets to his feet, she assumes he’d been in a confrontation with the beasts and she’d unknowingly helped him. She doesn’t point her weapon at him but she makes sure she has an arrow locked in her bow just in case. “Guess they had better things to do,” she quips although her expression remains humourless. “Did they get you?” Eyeing him closely to see if he had any visible wounds, her voice not so much concerned but merely discerning his situation and how she should react.