Oded & Esme & Open near the Face painting and Concession stands
Esme was safe, the little wolf knew every little nook and cranny of this place to hide from her days of avoiding every creature, human or otherwise, that crossed her path. She was now using that knowledge to her advantage. Not for herself, despite the fact that hunters were the only thing that really frightened her, but for the innocent human's who had decided to visit on the worst possible day.
When the hunters had broken through the ranks and made their way to the midway, Esme had dropped everything to usher as many people as possible into the nearest building where she hoped they'd be safe. Trying to give them the most reassuring smile she could before she took off. Clothes flying everywhere as she hastily tried to find a secluded corner. The cracking of bones and tearing of flesh echoing into the structure she'd hidden them in as the wolf tore it's way to the surface.
Esme reappeared, not as a human but as the red wolf that had arrived at the circus. It's muzzle close to the ground, growling, with it's hackles raised. She seen clearly now, for the first time since the full moon. She seen a infant crying near one of the stands and took off in that direction, when a flash of fire caught her eye. Oded's burning scimitar.
He seemed to be trying to corral people into another building, focusing in on them. The child wasn't in immediate danger. But she could see another hunter heading for the demon. Holy weapon drawn. And in a instant sense seemed to leave the little wolf. Sprinting forward like a bat out of hell, it's lithe body like a flash of orange-brown as it leaped at the hunter. A growl, followed quickly by the loud crack of a gunshot as the man's weapon discharged. It happened in a instant. Her teeth buried deep into the hunter's throat and his bullet missing wildly as he was forced to the ground. Unable to even scream with the wolf at his throat.
While the bullet missed, it didn't stop the silver partials spraying out onto the shifter's fur. The pain was intense and she shook to rid herself of the dust. Wrenching the hunter's throat out in the process. Blood dripping from her mouth as the wolf spit tendons to the ground. It's snarl slowly fading when she realized what she'd just done. Taking a few slow steps back from the corpse before turning to dash towards the child, pushing the little human's back with her head to try and get him to Oded.