Silver eyes gleamed in the soft moonlight as the arrow hit it's mark. A grin broke out on the female's face as she watched her handmade arrowhead sink further into the tree at the opposite end of the clearing. Letting a loud cheer escape, she strode forwards to see how far the arrow had gotten. She could tell even before she was halfway to it that this had been the best one yet. She'd finally made an arrow that might actually do some damage to that red headed nomad bitch. Turning around, she grinned wildly, victoriously at the large wolf standing in front of her. The silver wolf grinned back.