The comment about Clint was curious to say the least, but Rosalind didn't ask for him to elaborate. They had far more pressing things at hand, four to be exact. Rosalind could hear them circling around once the one she had injured recovered and was ready to attack again. No matter how many times she had been in dire situations it never stopped Rosalind from feeling scared, and unsure. Things she had never felt before she came to this world. She hated it so much for that.
But she listened to Derek, and moved toward one of the taller workbenches. It was several feet off the ground, and she hoped beyond measure that the creatures could not jump that high. She kept the arrow pointed toward the dogs, and when they started to come forth she pulled back on the arrow and watched as Derek shifted. She had never seen him change before. She had heard what he was but she had not witnessed it in person. It was fascinating, and the hairs on her neck stood on end because instinct told her he was also potentially dangerous. Thank goodness he was on her side.
The dogs also felt the threat, but they were too determined to let it affect them. Two of them charged, and Rosalind quickly shot one of them with an arrow. It caught the dog in the shoulder, and slowed it down for a moment. It was enough of a distraction that Rosalind didn't see the dog that was charging her from the left. It leapt up, but as Derek suspected it could not get on top of the table. It nipped relentlessly at her, and its weight did make the table wobble quite a bit.
Rosalind pulled another arrow out, and shot at the dog. At such a close range she was able to hit it in the eye, and it whimpered as it ran away. She looked over at Derek. "Its head seems to be a weak point," she shouted just as another one barreled around a cabinet to charge at the werewolf.