Emberflame Ridge skill, not emotion, sends my arrow flying

Wraen surrenders and flees. Though long about it, but did not see her realistically attacking him again.

The moment Wraen felt the enemy retreat and give her space, she got up to her feet, even if it was a bit groggily. Her head still ached from the blow, but her vision had cleared somewhat and she was able to see the opponent with a bit more details than the blurred shapes before. She wasted no time to put some distance between them, then stopped to turn a little and gave one long look at the wolf, memorizing his face, memorizing every single, important detail about him. She would not be able to do anything about him yet or in the near future. But just if... and there she promissed herself... just if the fate would have it, she would make him pay for this. 

The idea of revenge gave room for anger, which in turn fuelled her beaten body. Without another look back she fled for her life.