Ellie glances back, and out of the corner of her eye, she can see Clarisse circling back to get the angle on these assholes, staying low. God, she's more impressed with her every time they fight together.

Part of her had thought that maybe she'd just try to brute force every fight, to be reckless and heedless of the danger, but Clarisse fights smart. She does what it takes to come out the other end of every fight alive, and she knows how to fight with someone else. It's the kind of shit that can't always be taught, and Clarisse wasn't even born here.

Ellie draws her attention back from her thoughts to the three assholes who are tracking her location, even if she's one car off. She army-crawls underneath the lifted truck, through the old oil stains, and nocks an arrow, putting her shoulder blade on the ground while she waits for them to clear the side of the car.

It's a shitty angle, but the first wolf gets an arrow in the throat all the same.