Little spoilers for the books. I don't own Ciri.
Enjoy.
A girl walks through the forest.
Actually, she isn't a girl but rather a young woman. She wears a long red cloak, hood drawn over her face. In her hand she carries a basket, maybe with some food and wine for her grandmother who lies ill at her shack deep in the forest.
The wolf watches her.
Actually, he isn't a wolf. He looks like a man in the shape of a wolf. He wears nothing because shaggy grey fur covers his body. His hands are empty but for the long claws at the ends of his fingers.
The wolf sneaks at the girl. He moves silently, a shadow among many in the briars of the undergrowth. When he stands in front of the girl, she freezes. He smiles at her, like a man, like a wolf.
The girl draws her sword and slashes at the wolf. He falls on the floor, slit from neck to groin, and for a brief moment the girl remembers another body dying in the dust on a street.
The girl walks away.