That's more like it, indeed. For a moment, Aloy looks entirely pleased with this turn of events, like all the sneaking around in the dark is suddenly worth it now that there's actual quarry.
She's not usually one to hunt for sport--even when she kills machines, it's to defend herself or others and to harvest them for supplies, but this wolf lunges at them with intent, leaving her little choice. Aloy springs into action, dodge-rolling out of its line of attack, nocking an arrow into her bow in one fluid motion and letting it fly.
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That's more like it, indeed. For a moment, Aloy looks entirely pleased with this turn of events, like all the sneaking around in the dark is suddenly worth it now that there's actual quarry.
She's not usually one to hunt for sport--even when she kills machines, it's to defend herself or others and to harvest them for supplies, but this wolf lunges at them with intent, leaving her little choice. Aloy springs into action, dodge-rolling out of its line of attack, nocking an arrow into her bow in one fluid motion and letting it fly.