Arthur's vision blurred as a torrent of crimson cascaded down his forehead, a metallic tang filling his nostrils. His leg was ensnared within an unseen root, trapping him in a tight grip that prevented him from escaping the circle of ferocious adversaries surrounding him, their feral growls echoing in his ears like a chorus of death. It was a hopeless situation, with no escape or respite in sight.

But just as his hopes began to fade, the sharp report of a gunshot shattered the silence, the sound reverberating like thunder across the snow-covered mountains. The wolves jerked back, momentarily startled by the unexpected noise. -- The sudden disturbance caused the pack of wolves to falter for a brief moment, creating a small opening in their formidable circle. Arthur's heart raced, the adrenaline now fueling his every movement as he struggled to free himself from the entrapment of the tree root. He craned his neck, straining to catch a glimpse of the source of the gunshot.

His gaze landed on you, your figure standing defiantly amidst the snowy landscape, the metallic gleam of a pistol clutched in your hand. Arthur's expression was a mix of pain and intrigue, caught between the throes of his predicament and shock at your unexpected arrival.