[Wolf tenses when she feels a presence behind her. She doesn't dare turn around, incase of being shot earlier than she has to.]
...
[...Except, they already did. She felt a sting in her back as the bullets plummeted into her skin. She coughed, a thin trail of blood already making it's way down her chin.]
You.. bastards.
[She immediately turned around and started firing, growling in frustration.]