Rachel knows about as much about guns as Jo knows about bears.




<No.>

Though a more correct answer would probably be Not yet.

<But packs of wolves generally don't hang out in dark ugly castles.> She shuffles alone, trying to listen, to smell. There is nothing and that is more nerve-wracking than the fight they just came out of.

The fight and the pain in her front leg. The blood trail she's leaving behind.

Rachel stops.