"Should we go after them?" Kael asked as he and the rest stood hidden behind trees overlooking a valley, "Our Marks of the Wolf are still dark gray, but if she wants to, she can have them both."
"If Miyanna wants to, we can immobilize them for her," Blanc replied in a whisper as he looked at the two white wolves playing in the snow.
Blanc caught their growling a few minutes prior, which prompted them to move as silently as possible through the snow, in hopes of remaining unseen by the wolves.
A great success, but all depended on Miyanna's choice of what she wanted to do.
"Two wolves would do you good, sister," Celine said, "Even without explaining why, just know that the cold won't be as harsh to you if you do it."
"Sounds nice," Miyanna replied, tilting her head at the thought.
"Very well then," Blanc nodded, seeing Miyanna's agreement.
He pulled an arrow from his quiver, placed it onto his bow, and aimed.
"Hubby, wait," Miyanna whispered, just as Blanc was about to shoot.
"What is it?" Blanc asked quietly, lowering his bow.
"I want to kill both of them on my own, without any help," Miyanna explained, her eyes certain of her request.
"Why would you do that?" Blanc asked.
"I have enough Raw Vita to attempt it, no?" Miyanna questioned.
"You do," Blanc nodded, unable to argue with her point, "But are you sure?"
"If I fail, feel free to intervene," Miyanna replied.
"Sounds like a good plan, Miyanna. I don't see anything wrong with it," Celine added.
"So be it," said Blanc, placing the arrow back in the quiver, "May the Vita be with you, wife."
Miyanna laughed as she unsheathed her sword, "Thank you, husband."
The wolves were still play-fighting as Miyanna took her first step in the open.
Her curved sword shone in the light of the sun and all the snow around her.
Her onyx-colored hair was tied in a ponytail, a beautiful contrast to all the light around her.
She and her bronze-colored eyes were ready for blood.
She dashed forward, sword horizontally to her side.
Only as she was running down the hill did the wolves notice her.
They scrambled to their feet, confused as to what to do next.
The speed with which Miyanna approached, filled with Raw Vita of numerous beasts, left them with no real choice.
If they were to run, Miyanna would catch up and slice them easily.
And since no negotiations could be had in nature, there was only a fight left.
Miyanna stopped in front of them, less than ten feet away.
They bared their teeth, growling as each wolf began walking in a circle around her, trying to find an opening.
There were none.
Miyanna dashed to the larger one, sword in front of her.
She sliced downward.
The wolf barely jumped away, dodging.
She then thrust her sword forward.
A scratch on its left leg.
The wolf yelped.
Miyanna raised her sword high, ready to deliver death.
But the other wolf intervened.
The smaller, still large one, aimed for her feet.
Crunch, crunch, in quick succession.
Miyanna noticed the wolf approaching.
She jumped, the momentum taking her high, making the wolf running crash into the wounded one just as she landed.
She pushed forward.
The larger one tried to put distance between them as it skipped, one leg in the air.
The smaller one jumped between the two, ready to defend.
Miyanna dashed to the left.
The wolf followed.
But it was a faint, just what Miyanna hoped for.
She dashed to the right, her body next to the wolf as it turned to face her.
But it was too late.
Miyanna's curved sword impaled the wolf in its ribs, passing through bone, lung, heart, and out the other side in less than a second.
The wolf was dead before it realized, not even a yelp leaving its lips.
Miyanna pushed her sword free with her foot, sending the dead wolf crashing into the snow with a crunchy thud.
She strolled casually towards the limping wolf, who checked the situation once every few steps.
Once it saw its partner's situation, it began yelping.
"I'm sorry," Miyanna whispered as it got closer and closer.
The wolf stopped, showing its sharp canines to her, knowing it could not escape.
"Quite fierce," Miyanna said, as she stopped less than six feet from each other.
The wolf tried to attack, or at least pretend to, but its wounded leg failed him.
It crashed to the side in the snow.
It tried to regain its footing, unsure whether to look at Miyanna in defense or to focus on getting up.
But Miyanna chose for them first.
"Be at peace," Miyanna said, waving her sword with great speed, cutting its throat, and offering it the peace it deserved.
"Wonderfully done," clapped Blanc as he, Celine, and the twins climbed down the hill.
"Thanks," replied Miyanna, a proud look on her face, "I tried not to make them suffer."
"And you succeeded. I'm proud of you," added Celine.
Lune dashed towards Miyanna, her hands wide open as she crashed into her leg, hugging her, "It was amazing, Sister Miyanna! That faint almost made me cry."
"You're exaggerating, Lune," Miyanna giggled, her chest slightly puffed from the praise she received.
"Could you teach me how to do it?" Lune asked, her eyes almost becoming stars from how bright they shone with expectation.
"Sure, I guess," Miyanna replied, scratching at her nape, embarrassed as she returned the hug.
And the other soon joined Lune in hugging, kissing, or praising Miyanna for a job well done, to the point it wasn't about praising her, but a contest of who could praise her best.
This, for Miyanna, was difficult to digest, as she got more and more embarrassed, until, out of not knowing what she was to do with all those feelings bubbling in her chest, she ran, kneeled in front of one of the two wolves she killed, and placed her hand swiftly on their chest, sending her mind below the surface of the world as she began harvesting the wolves' Raw Vita.
"This ought to make her more confident in herself," Blanc concluded as all of them fell silent, watching her.
"Most definitely," Celine nodded, just as a loud crunch came from behind them.
Blanc closed his eyes, raising his head to the sky as he sighed.
"I haven't focused for five minutes," he muttered as he turned to see the source of that sound.
A tall bear standing on its hind legs, a hundred feet away from them.