Bianca effortlessly slashed through the Beowulf when it’s weakened on its knees, slowly sheathing her daggers as the Grimm wolf falls to the snowy ground with its body beginning to disintegrate. The huntress after turned to gaze at you and caution crossed her features.

“I’d be far more careful around here if I were you. These grimm in the Solitas tundra are far more stronger and hostile.”

Bianca said with a serious tone, looking over you with suspicion.