My thumb brushed against my cheek as I pulled the bowstring back again, but this time there wasn't just a normal arrow ready to fly; spiraling around the simple projectile was a storm of flames, and the ice monster in front of me wasn't prepared whatsoever for this.
A white furred wolf with gigantic tusks of ice leapt at me, yet all that did was make it all the easier to hit it as it closed the distance between us while not being able to maneuver whatsoever; the arrow shrieked out of the bow and plunged deep into the wolf's neck, killing it immediately and allowing the flames to wash over it.
Sidestepping away from its path, I just barely avoided the hot corpse of the now charred wolf, filling myself with pride since the monster had been quite large and clearly rather dangerous; it was almost eight feet long and stood at about half of that, making it a rather stretched out predator that was 'made' for leaping.
