Third person POV
Shadows moved through the woods in the night. A faint glimmer of silver trailed through the treetops a few feet behind. Slowly the shadows came to a clearing rushing out of the woods into the light of a full moon. Two large grey wolves sprinted through the clearing visible now due to the moon light. The shine of silver stopped at the edge of tthe woods. Click. One of the large grey wolves falls dead with a silver bolt sticking through its throat. The silver glimmer dropped down into the clearing revealing a man dressed in a black leather trench coat with a silver mask on. The remaining wolf turned to fight him. It lunged at him, but was deftly dodged and then stabbed in the gut with a silver knife. The man in silver bent down and finished the wolf off. He then pulled out a list and crossed something off "next off Stoneybridge" he murmured to himself.
