Third Person's POV
Without pausing to think or confirm, she twisted her body slightly and hurled the blade toward her left, precisely in the direction where her maid Claire had been walking just a few feet away from her.
The short sword spun through the air like a rotating crescent of blue light, slicing forward with a sharp, piercing whistle that cut through the storm.
A split second later, a wet, slicing sound followed the throw.
Blood burst into the white expanse and splattered across the snow in stark contrast as a severed wolf's head was sent flying, its body collapsing a heartbeat later.
The suddenness of it all left everyone momentarily stunned, but none more so than Claire herself.
She stumbled backward in terror, and her legs gave way as she fell onto the snow, instinctively scrambling back on her hands and knees.
Her face had turned pale, and her expression was filled with raw fear.
