After a few minutes of running, I came to the edge of a large clearing. I was in the middle of the forest, where the wolf lived. Legend says that the wolfs clearing had once been the grounds of a great castle, which had disappeared a long time ago, along with it's kingdom, the only place not covered in trees, roots , and moss is the clearing where it's said the castle stood.

The clearing was so beautiful, it was covered in emerald green grass, with a small hill at the center that had a small cave at the foot of it, and the whole clearing was haloed in light of the full moon, which was high, and glowing brightly. Then from the other side of the clearing came a large black wolf, it ran to the top of the hill, sat down, and it howled at the moon up above.

That's when the wind decided to change directions, and it blew my sent towards the wolf. The wolf stopped howling, got up on all fours, arched it's back a bit, lowered it's head, growled, and then started to run towards me. I grabbed my crossbow, and loaded it with one of my silver tipped arrows, then started to run towards the wolf to meet it.

When I was right in front of the wolf I placed my hand on it's forehead, pushed off the ground, and flipped over the wolf, and as I was right over the wolf I fired the arrow and it sunk into the wolfs shoulder. I landed in a crouch and got up on my feet and loaded two arrows in my crossbow. A few feet away the wolf skidded to a stop, and turned around, it had been slightly surprised by my attack, and I was to as it began running towards me I lifted my arm and aligned the shot, and pulled the trigger. The arrow flew through the air and pierced the wolfs muzzle, it yelped and shook it's head.

My strategy was working: First step, disable it's sense of smell.

I turned toward the forest.

Second step, disorient it.

"Catch me if you can," I screamed over my shoulder as I penetrated the line of trees, and was surrounded by shadows, with a howl of fury the wolf followed me through the trees.

I couldn't help but smile, my plan was working perfectly.

Running through the forest with the wolf hot on my heels.

"Just a little faster," I said to myself.

I took a quick glance over my shoulder, and I saw it. The wolf was huge, almost the same size as a small horse, it had sleek black fr, with bright red eyes. Blood dripped from the tip of it's muzzle, right where the arrows had pierced it. Even with the two wounds I'd given it, the wolf was still running quite fast.

I then put sped up, and ran ahead, once I was far enough I climbed up one of the trees, and hid in the higher branches. A couple seconds later the wolf had caught up with me, it hadn't seen where I'd gone and it couldn't smell me since I'd shot it's nose. It was disoriented and confused. 

Perfect, I though.

I pulled out three daggers from my pouch, I grabbed the first one, lined up my shot, and fired it, I did the same with the other two, all three had been aimed so that they would ricochet off the trees and hit the wolf from different angles. It was wounded and disoriented, now was the time to strike!