it's something she sees often. desperation and fear piled into one; even if she's not outwardly doing anything to the shifter-- the discomfort is there. it's in the way the wolf trembles and backs away, dragging it's mess of a leg back to create some distance. it's in the way sujin can practically feel the tension in the air. her finger curls around the trigger, eyes never leaving the mouth of the alley corner they were in.

sujin expects the wolf to run, but the wolf doesn't expect the cocked arrow hitting them right in their already injured leg. the howl of pain that erupts. goosebumps cover her skin, her stomach shifting uncomfortably. "don't worry," she murmurs softly. it's low, a faux cover of comfort curled over her tone. her eyes slowly travel back to the injured creature. an empty smile tugs over her mouth.  "it'll be all over soon."

it's a blur from there. like she's watching something but not really watching. the shifter is injured, but it hobbles around in defense-- scuttering away and growling. her movements are precise as she's quick to dock another arrow, silver tipped and gleaming in the night. when she fires it's quick, aimed at their other leg. effectively stalled by the two silver arrows in their leg-- sujin acts. she shifts forward, one hand leaving her pistol to reach for the knife in her jacket.

the growling gets louder. she sees the shred of clothing and skin to turn to fur. sujin's breath catches in her throat for a moment, hand holding her crossbow lifting to protect herself once she feels jaws and teeth bite into her arm. the pain is instant, skin tearing and shredding; her free hand tugs the knife from her jacket, and jabs it right into the throat of the wolf biting into her arm.

a growl mixed with a whine, and the tightening of their jaw. sujin's jaw grits and she jerks the knife, tearing through flesh and putting the blade further into the neck of the beast. the scent of blood is fresh, stronger-- and the liquid is warm against her fist. she tugs and she pulls and she tears until the jaws go lax-- and the body of the creature flops back to the cement.

the silence is back, and with it comes the settling back-- the haze over her brain clears: and here she is left with the body of a wolf and her own arm, scraped with teeth throbbing with pain. sujin stares at the body for a long moment. it couldn't be helped. it's robotic in her brain. a mantra to tell her tense body and discomfort in her gut to quiet itself.

she pockets her knife and moves to kneel by the corpse, fingering the ends of her arrows as they stick out awkwardly from the legs of the beast. she stares at the mess of the body, brows beginning to furrow and pinch. her breathing shallows, and she's quick to shut her eyes and count to five in her head.

what would they think they'll never know. they'll find out. i won't let them.

it's the mess of thoughts in her head that causes her to tremble, and she shakes her head sharply as if to dispel the fight-- and grabs at the arrows to tug them from the corpse. the flesh makes a squelching noise that she grimaces at, pocketing them away. sujin lifts her gaze to the muzzle of the beast, her blood coating the mouth of the beast. it makes her gut rise and fall-- like the feeling of being on a rollercoaster.

a chill runs down her spine, and she stiffens. her fingers tighten around her pistol, and she twists-- raising the weapon in defense.