Sam took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and swung the katana as the wolf came at her. Steel met flesh, and she wasn't being chewed on, so eventually she risked opening her eyes to see the horrifying monster was apparently dead. Sam was a bit surprised by this, half expecting to be further cursed by the sword if anything, but certainly wasn't going to complain, and swiftly got a move on, trying to ignore the new bounce in her chest. Eventually her wandering took her to the edge of some sort of rustic village, which looked decidedly more like something from a fantasy game than anything from reality.
She sighed, weighing her options. There probably wouldn't be anyone here who could get her home, or fix this whole cursed to be a girl thing, but asking around beat wandering around in the werewolf infested wolves more, right?