+3 have stumbled found their way into this place
Dianna slipped a pair of plain ol' buckshot rounds into the shotgun and snapped it shit, silently cursing the fact that she didn't have any silver dipped shot at the moment for the gun. She was going to have to work on that, right after she finished with this werewolf. She had her pistol with her, loaded with silver, but she trusted the long-barrel gun more for slowing the thing down from a distance. The fact that shot scattered helped, as did the fact that buckshot was damn destructive in its own right.
Fully armed, she finally started walking away from the Impala and towards where she was expecting the wolf to come through. Of course, as usual, something threw a wrench in her perfect little plan. Someone, some damn civillian was standing in the middle of her kill zone.
"What the hell are you doing?" she bellowed, glowering at the figure below her. People were constantly getting in her way these days, she wasn't much of a fan of that.
