*~Tikaani Draven~*
He froze when he heard another gunshot. One too many, too close together. He growled, a low, rumbling sound, finally recognizing the gunshots for what they were. Werewolf hunters. He snarled and shifted wolf, launching himself up off the trail into the mountain, sprinting at top speed to where the shot had come from. He reached it in only about a minute, and then slowed drastically, crouching low to the ground and creeping forward, his pelt blending in perfectly with the gray, rocky ground. He glanced down over the cliff edge onto the trail, seeing a girl wounded on the ground, and then couldn't help but growl when he saw the hunter standing only about fifty feet away, holding up a still slightly-smoking gun. He snarled fiercely and leapt, latching his teeth deep into the hunter's throat and using his weight to knock him to the ground, holding his throat and pressing it against the trail's floor, his teeth embedded deep into it.