The figure is near you, so it is unclear.
It wi-
The wolf arrived, tearing through the figure and feasting on it, giving enough time for an anguished scream.
Andra could feel the Threads that Fear controlled flow to her, empowering her. A cloak of darkness enveloped her, and a nagging paranoia and fear echoed in her mind, not going away.
The wolf looked at Andra, crouching. It was bleeding Golden Ichor, snarling.